Ahh, I love these words written by friend and colleague Quanita Roberson. I relate to life calling, with sweet and sour, with mystery and clarity. As she says, the driving mad has something to do with the clarity of home.
Where did you come from
How did you find me
This life full of honey and lemons
Rest on my lips with the taste of possibility
Beckoning me to be still, to trust, to surrender to something greater than myself
Driving me mad and calling me home