These are hard, confusing days on the home front. I will work my way through. It's what I do. It's what I have to do.
In the meantime, I am busy at school trying to find internships for my seniors - launching them into new commitments and workplaces in the community. I often tell them to find their passion - find what really excites them, gives life. This, then, is what they are meant to do: pursue their passion, follow that energy.
Today, however, I am brought up short as a prospective employer tells one of my girls that she knows she has found her calling because it brings a feeling of peace.
"Passion too?" I hopefully interject.
The woman looks at me thoughtfully and then says, "No. I feel calm, peaceful, when I come to this job. It's like coming home."
I continue to think about her revelation.
Here I am, stirring the students to find their "passion" and raise some fuss. But there may be another alternative: a quiet, intuitive knowledge that the shoe fits, that what you are doing is what you are meant to be doing. No fireworks. Just a deep sense of self satisfaction.
I like that alternative. I respect that alternative.
Sometimes God speaks in a whisper.