Small, Still Voice

I live in LA, a big city built on big dreams and bigger egos. We hear a lot about congestion and smog out here, but sometimes the worst pollution in LA is noise pollution. Not traffic and urban bustle. I'm talking about noisy distractions that pull you away from your path, like chasing tinsel dreams with plastic people. Sometimes, you have to get away to the biggest open space possible to hear God's small, still voice.