The stretch and pull
Lacey: Lukewarm will never do.
Lacey: It’s your signature tension. Holding out for the real thing.
The words sucked the breath straight out of my body.
Tension is what permits a tightrope walker to set foot on the high wire.
Tension is what prepares an arrow to flight straight and true to hit its mark.
Tension is what makes the chalk stripe of a plumb line bold and clear.
Tension is what makes the strings of a violin sing sweet ringing notes.
Our culture speaks so negatively of tension as being the source of headaches and heartaches, but that isn’t always the case. Sometimes tension is simply a slice of a painfully glorious waiting.
I never thought of having a signature tension. But if I do, then may this one be it: may I live in the stretch and pull between the now and the not yet, forever dissatisfied with the imitations and the impostors and the lukewarm, sold out to a King and a kingdom that are invisible to all but the lovesick ragamuffins and street urchins who’ve finally found a home.