Joy comes in the morning

Woke up this morning 5am.  Couldn't get back to sleep.  Figured there must be a good reason why I'm up at this hour.  I pray.  God speaks to me.  Sometimes I think it's easier to hear God when it's quiet all around.  Maybe it's because everyone else is sleeping so he can focus on me - just kidding :)  I look out the window and it's dark.  I ask God "Where am I suppose to go?" thinking that I want to go out biking, or to the beach, or something but I realized I was actually asking Him where I am supposed to go "with my life".  I'm currently looking at the Catholic church to determine if it might have "the fullness of the truth" that it claims to have.  That would be a big move for me so I'm taking my time to learn the differences, and most importantly pray - I believe God will lead me down the right path.  For whatever reason, he just hasn't fully illuminated that path to me yet.  Or maybe he has and I just haven't fully opened my eyes :)  My eyelids are getting a little heavy after getting only 5 hours sleep :(  But overall I thoroughly enjoyed my morning spending some time with God, praying, reading, walking, singing, and dancing.