That's what I've been trying to do this past month--listen to my heart, and follow where it leads.
I had days where I didn't hear anything. Not because there was nothing to hear, but because I don't always know exactly how to listen.
I had days where I listened closely and I could hear the whispers. A quick text or phone call. A hug for a child. A prayer answered in an unexpected way.
I've spent much of the month pondering this question:
"How does God speak to me?"
I came to the conclusion that He speaks to each of us differently, and learning to hear is one of life's greatest quests. It takes practice. It takes work. And most of all, it takes time.
That's what my heart needs--a little more training time. I'll keep working on it.