I get all bent out of shape about my calling and responsibility. I think so much depends on me and I worry and struggle to be faithful. I lose perspective.
In reality I have a little job. I carry buckets. I carry them a certain distance and then set them down for someone else to carry. Or sometimes I carry them to a destination and pour them into pitchers or troughs or swimming pools.
This is either extremely relieving or depressing, depending on who I'm working for.