Kenna smiled, a small, sad curve of her lips. "It’s the only thing that works. When you stop trying to be a hero and start being a witness, that’s when the real work begins. Don't just minister, David. Minister more . Minister the parts of them that they’re afraid to show you." Vray For Revit 2016 2021 Apr 2026
"Is that what you do?" David asked quietly. Pact Of Exhibition -final- -h.h.works-
"Safety is the enemy of depth," Kenna said, turning back to face him. Her expression softened, but the intensity in her gaze didn't waver. "You have a gift. You have an ability to connect that goes beyond surface-level comfort. But you’re holding back. You’re keeping a piece of yourself in reserve, protecting your own peace at the cost of their growth."
"But ministering isn't about the metrics," Kenna replied, leaning forward. She let the silence hang for a moment, a technique she had perfected. "It’s about the space between the lines. It’s about what happens when the checklist runs out."
She walked back to the desk and placed a hand on the pile of files. "This is the easy part. Anyone can fill out a form. I want you to go deeper. I want you to sit in the mess with them. I want you to stop trying to fix things instantly and start listening to the silence."
David looked down at his hands. "It’s safer this way."
She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the street below where people were hurrying through their lives. "I’ve been watching you. You give everyone exactly what they ask for. But you hesitate to give them what they actually need—the uncomfortable truth, the quiet presence in the middle of the night, the challenging conversation that might save a marriage. You’re ministering to their expectations, David. I’m asking you to start ministering to their souls."