The sun was just starting to hit the pavement in the warehouse district when Elias pulled his truck into the gravel lot, already feeling like he was three hours behind schedule. He was kind of a mess, his brain full of “what-ifs.” His bank account was pretty pathetic and desperately needed groceries. For months, Elias had fallen into this trap of thinking that being a "good Christian" meant he had to be a world-class problem solver, basically carrying the weight of the whole neighborhood on his shoulders. He was always moving, always on his phone, always stressing over spreadsheets, but inside he felt totally empty, like a phone battery stuck on 1%. He walked toward the front door clutching a folder of bills he couldn't pay, feeling like a total failure and wondering if God was looking down at him thinking, "Is that all you've got?"
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