Several weeks ago, I awoke to God's voice speaking to my spirit and saying, "Come up here and think my kind of thoughts. My thoughts are higher than the ones that occupy your mind." I immediately wanted to respond to this, but found myself culling first one thought, then another, as they seemed to not "fit" into what I surmised to be His thoughts. My anxiety began to rise at the frustration of realizing just how mundane and earthly were my assignations. It was then the "still small voice" declared, "This invitation is not to be a daunting task, but an adventure to higher ground."