Godspeed
https://www.livegodspeed.org/home When I was twenty-five I felt lonely. I felt perhaps that the visions of the world that had once driven me to find my purpose, to find that great mission, had failed me. I was less convinced that I mattered. I was not entirely sure that my path would lead me to a place that I wanted to be. And one night, I lay in bed and listened. I listened to a crowd of voices in my head. But these were not the voices of anxiety or obsession. Instead, I listened carefully to the people of my life. I heard each of them, as they, in turn, said my name. I could hear the intonation of each one. In some it was serious, in some teasing, in some compassionate, in some challenging. There were dozens of them at least and many more that surely spoke that name in my dreams as my conscious mind faded into the darkness of the night. It is then that I think I caught a glimpse of what it means to be known. I realized that the longings that I had were not longings for proposit...