This morning, as I read that paragraph, I thought of my own calling and how a distorted version of it had shown up in my life, too. My calling is to bring clarifying peace to disorder. When I am mute, letting a bully run over me or those near me, and also when I respond only with alarm, without strength, my life's purpose is distorted. My healing has been occurring over the past ten years. The hurt underlying my non- or over-reaction came from experiences that overwhelmed me as a child. Identifying and spending time in communities that work hard to talk about life as it comes, to tell the truth, have supported me along the Way. I have found so much to delight in as I move in a healing direction.