I feel like a ZOMBIE

There are seasons when compassion becomes heavy. Kate still showed up for work, still checked the charts, still answered the calls, but something inside her felt distant.

She was tired in a way sleep could not easily solve. The calling she once carried with clarity had begun to feel like routine.

A Prayer in the Middle of the Shift

One night, she whispered a small prayer for help. The answer did not come as a lighter shift. It came as a person in need, a room she could not ignore, and a moment where grace became visible again.

A patient's gratitude reached her in the place that had gone numb. She remembered that her presence mattered, not because she was endless, but because God was near in the room.

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28

Even when we forget who we are, God remembers. Even in numbness, he can meet us with mercy.