“The Lord is my slave-driver,
I must never be satisfied.
He compels me to try harder.
He makes me labor more furiously;
He leads me into noisy activity.
He implores me to ignore the emptiness within
and just keep going;
He prods me in the paths of perfectionism
for His reputation’s sake.
Even as I walk through the valley of the shadow of burnout,
I fear a breakdown;
But no one can see the real me;
Your expectations and Your people,
they goad me on.
You prepare a list of expectations before me
in the presence of my peers;
You provoke me on and on,
My cup seems more parched than ever.
Surely serenity and rest will elude me all the days of my life.
And I will dwell in the land of the harried forever.”
(Song of the Satisfied Soul, pp.27-28)