It was a cold evening in Omaha when he called me. He sounded breathless, like he had just finished running. “Isaiah… I need to talk. Now.” I drove to meet him, and when I pulled into the empty parking lot, he was standing alone under a flickering streetlight, hands in his pockets, staring at the ground.
He didn’t wait for me to speak. “I can’t do this anymore,” he said. “The business. The pressure. The expectations. I feel like I’m losing myself.”
The wind cut across the lot, turning his words into vapor. He looked like a man standing at the edge of something not a cliff, but a decision.
I walked up beside him and said nothing at first. Sometimes moments like this don’t need advice. They need presence. Eventually he whispered, “I’ve been trying to be everything for everyone. And I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
I asked him one question: “What if God is asking you to release the weight you were never meant to carry?”
He didn’t answer. He just breathed, long and slow, like a man exhaling years of pressure.
We talked there for an hour just two men in a parking lot under a failing light and by the end, something inside him shifted. Not fixed. Not solved. Shifted. The heaviness loosened. The path forward wasn’t clear, but it was no longer terrifying.
Breakthrough doesn’t always happen in boardrooms. Sometimes it happens in empty parking lots where a man finally admits he can’t carry everything alone.
If you’ve been holding too much for too long, let’s lighten that weight together.
Button: Help Me Release the Pressure
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