I laid wake in the middle of the night. It was 3:00 AM. I couldn’t really tell if I was awake because of a stomachache or from the Coke I drank at dinner. (Probably the Coke, though, because it has kept me awake before.) I just remember feeling at my breaking point. Between everything that’s going on in the world and everything that is going on in my life personally, I have felt pretty stressed lately. Stressed and unsure. Unsure about the future, about life, and sometimes feeling distant from God, but unwilling to give up on hope. In the quiet of the night I pleaded with God. “Please Lord, calm my stomach. Help me to sleep. I feel so unworthy of you. But I want to know you more.” And in the quiet of the night, the still small voice came. I knew the thought was not my own, not my inner voice. It came so quickly and suddenly and was like a whisper, a gentle nudging. “Seek and you will find.” I remember listening to one of our Pastors a few weeks ago remind us that somet...