Walking alone

You accompany many, but still feel alone.

• Leading without company
• Few honest conversations
• Formation left to yourself

Losing touch with what gave life

You still serve faithfully. You just can't feel it anymore.

• Motion without meaning
• Calling gone quiet
• Serving on empty

Meeting every expectation

Every yes was reasonable. Together they became a cage.

• Full calendar, thin margin
• Hard to name what to release
• Numbing instead of resting

Carrying too much

The weight became normal long before it became heavy.

• Quietly depleted
• Always the steady one
• No place to set it down