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“I think I've become the bottleneck.”
David said it across a coffee shop table, not like a confession, more like something he'd finally found the right words for. He wasn't discouraged. He said it the way you'd describe weather, a simple fact of the season he was in.
For years, he'd been exactly the leader this church needed. He knew people's names, their kids' names, what was happening in their marriages. Every real decision passed through him because he was the one who could hold all of it in his head at once. That had worked. It had been faithful, even, for a long season.
Then the church kept growing, and what had once been a strength quietly became a ceiling. His staff wasn't waiting on him because they lacked initiative. They were waiting because they'd learned, the same way Jenna had learned about Friday nights, that important decisions eventually found their way back to his desk anyway, so why not just send them there first.
Nothing had gone wrong. The season had just changed shape around him.
He thought about the bridge on Route 9. About the whiteboard question that was still, four weeks later, only half answered. About his wife's face across a kitchen table lit by nothing but the stove light. About Jenna's granola bar and her half-finished sentence.
Four different Fridays. Four different rooms. One thread running under all of it, and he was only now able to say it out loud.
The habits that built this church are not automatically the habits that will carry it forward. They worked because they were exactly right for a season that has already ended.
That wasn't a failure. It was just true. A system carries the weight it was built for, and then the weight changes, and the system either changes with it or gets tired in places nobody's watching, until somebody finally names it out loud in a coffee shop on a Tuesday.
He didn't have a plan yet. He knew that whatever came next wasn't going to look like him working harder, or answering the phone faster, or finishing one more sermon at midnight instead of asking why it kept ending up unfinished at midnight in the first place.
He drove home a different way than usual, past the church, past the office window where a light hadn't been on in weeks because Jenna had started leaving at five like everyone else.
His own office light was still off, too, for once.
He sat in the driveway for a second before going in, the way he had a few weeks back, except this time he wasn't turning something over that he didn't have language for.
He just sat there, quiet, in a season that was clearly asking something new of him, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn't in a hurry to answer it before he'd actually heard the whole question.
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