I am linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday. This week’s word: Stretch.
I read the words of lovely writers and I am stretched to find my voice, and I hope that one day it will be as lovely as some of the ones I read.
I think of yawning to let more air in my lungs and stretching my arms up and my legs out to relieve the stiffness. The added tension a much needed release for the moment.
I think of a balloon that is filled with air and stretched taut. And how that nothing that stretches is intended to be left stretched out. A stretch is always temporary. It may cause change, but the push and pull is only for a time.
Stretching cannot be done over and over and over again without permanent damage. A continuous stretch will cause a break or in the case of pregnancy a mark. Stretches must be followed with a release to relaxation and to a less tense state to ensure damage is not done.
When Jesus stretches us, sometimes we do break, but usually, it simply ensures we use muscles as they were intended to be used. He reminds our body of its purpose. He reminds the church of its purpose.
When Jesus was stretched, He lay broken on the cross for me. His blood spilled out and then it did not – pain, death, despair, alone, broken. His stretch was met with brokenness and then it was met with unexpected relaxation – healing, wholeness, life, joy. So I know that when I am stretched to brokenness, He will give me all that He gained in dying.
Stretched. Beautifully broken. Made new.