Some callings arrive like thunder. Mine has been more like a whisper that will not leave. It shows up while I am folding laundry. It sits with me in the pickup line. It follows me into the kitchen when one kid needs help with homework, another needs a snack, another has big feelings, and another has somehow lost a shoe we just saw ten minutes ago. I am 40 years old, raising four kids, carrying the beautiful weight of marriage, motherhood, home, faith, and purpose. I know God