The gospel remembers one moment: a woman reaching through a crowd, and Jesus suddenly aware that power had gone out from Him.
He doesn’t rebuke the loss; He names it.
Naming becomes restoration.
Awareness is replenishment.

When we notice what compassion has cost, we step into the same rhythm.
We pause, breathe, and let Presence return through the very air we exhaled.
Ministry isn’t a leak; it’s circulation.
What leaves in love finds its way back in rest.

Tagline: Energy spent in love is never wasted; it returns as breath.

Companion Entry: Compassion Residue

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After everyone has gone home, something still clings to the air.
You were careful, you stayed grounded, you said all the right things—
and yet the body carries the faint weight of another’s story.
This is compassion’s residue: the fine dust of empathy that settles on the skin.

It isn’t failure, it’s proximity.
Empathy is embodied; it leaves fingerprints.
Even Jesus felt it—“power went out from Him.”
We touch pain, and pain touches back.
The goal is not to stay untouched, but to learn how to release what isn’t ours without closing what is.

Tagline: Love leaves fingerprints.

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Companion Entry: Power Gone Out

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When two people’s coping strategies bump into each other, the air thickens.
What keeps one of us safe can look like danger to the other.
A raised voice, a closed door, a silence meant as protection—these collide, and both bodies remember different histories.
Every trauma space is full of nervous systems negotiating peace treaties.

Safety is not a constant; it’s relational and fluid.
Healing inside community means learning this dance: curiosity instead of control, breath instead of reaction.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do in a collision is to pause and remember that both bodies are trying to stay alive.

Tagline: Different histories, same room

In Genesis the question comes into a broken garden: “Where are you?”
Not accusation—location.
Presence entering the confusion of two bodies suddenly aware of their defences.
That same question still sounds in every trauma space.
It isn’t, Why did you react like that? but, Where did you go inside yourself when this happened?

Healing begins when someone asks that question without demand for speed or proof.
It’s the opposite of exposure; it’s invitation.
To answer is to become visible again, to step out from behind the instinct that was only trying to keep you safe.

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Tagline:
Love walks into the collision without blame.

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