Leeron, I found myself softening into each sentence. I felt devotion pulsing right through the pauses, through Anna’s quiet breath, through the years she never counted as glory—only as presence. I return to that kind of steadiness often. The kind that speaks in small, repeated gestures. I’ve met it in others, and I’m learning to live it in myself. You reminded me that devotion doesn’t need a stage. It lives in the showing up. The tending. The grace of someone who says, “I’ve simply done my job,” and in doing so, shaped generations. Thank you for this clear, grounded offering.
Leeron, I found myself softening into each sentence. I felt devotion pulsing right through the pauses, through Anna’s quiet breath, through the years she never counted as glory—only as presence. I return to that kind of steadiness often. The kind that speaks in small, repeated gestures. I’ve met it in others, and I’m learning to live it in myself. You reminded me that devotion doesn’t need a stage. It lives in the showing up. The tending. The grace of someone who says, “I’ve simply done my job,” and in doing so, shaped generations. Thank you for this clear, grounded offering.