One word.

Last week was speakers week. It's a time when we didn't have any classes and just went to two sessions daily with different pastors. It's a time when we are all supposed to be hearing from God. I have been frustrated lately because I haven't been hearing from Him. At all. I thought that speakers week would be a great time to change that. On Friday I woke up with a migrane. I think it was only my second or third one of my life. I wore my sunglasses to session and slept between them. After the second session (I left early because I was so nauseated) I went back to my room to try to sleep. I think the only way I can properly describe the state of my mind at that time is this: insane. I couldn't put two words together and my mind was racing all over the place -- and not making sense at the same time. I cried out to God, "I need to sleep, I can't sleep, I need You, help!"

And He spoke. One word.



Peace.



My mind instantly quieted and I was asleep in five minutes. This was my third nap that day, and the others had had no effect. This one, however, was my cure. I woke up at dinner time. I was hungry. I could walk without being dizzy and open my eyes without sunglasses. It was God.



Peace.