In seasons of waiting, time gets stretched thin. Every moment, every movement makes you hyper aware that you are waiting for something to break the tension.
I remember feeling that way during pregnancy…waiting to see if the stick turned blue, waiting to see if the baby inside me was actually alive, waiting to feel the first kicks and finally waiting to be not pregnant anymore.
We are in a season of waiting. For a long while we were waiting alone, and the time got stretched so thin that we needed to find some way to give it slack. So we entrusted it to some good friends who, in their very hearing about the wait, eased the tension that it caused.
It made me think that I want to live in such a way that I could help hold tension for others, so that their time never gets stretched so thin.