among you as the one who serves

Strange enough to wake up and find yourself grown. Stranger still to be aware of the growing, conscious at the instant of growth. That next level, I didn't even know it existed. Perhaps like donning combat gear, the preparedness steels the nerves; the stepping into the role activating abilities reserved for the occasion. More likely, simply a reflection of the path to the plateau, complete dependence. And the moment of growth simply an outpouring of the closeness.

On the growing, it is one thing to work to make the self the better. It's completely terrifying but wondrous to feel that need and that desire to make the other the better. Going to have to get used to these sandals. They have been upon the feet of many far greater.