Deep within my soul there is a voice that cries out to be heard. Through the noise and confusion of my life, it demands that I be silent and listen. I am at the same time fascinated by that voice and deathly afraid of it. I am afraid because each time I listen to it, it requires too much of me. It asks that I love and grow in ever new ways, and it is never satisfied with less than all that I have to give. That still small voice asks—no demands—that I give up my very life to its leading...