I was more limited and vulnerable than I thought. It was always a harrowing and painful revelation of who I was: that there was so little I could do. I could only serve. I could not guarantee What Should Happen or ever know What Could Happen. And I began to have less and less of an idea of What Should Happen and What Could Happen, but a deeper, more beautiful, and harrowing sense of what I was supposed to offer. Until I got small enough to finally offer what I could.
