You and me, we’ve got something in common: we need people to stand in the gap for us, and we need to stand in the gap for other people. This need has become all the more apparent to me with our recent move, for I am desperately in need of gap-bearers.
Today, I’ve got a story over at The Mudroom about a couple of friends who stood in the gap for me, just a couple of weeks ago. Join me?
There comes a point at which we stand in the gap, with and for each other, when we can’t bridge the gap ourselves.
We get sick, in body and in head. Our schedules are eaten up by deadlines and assignments and responsibilities – by all the Really Good Things we’ve said a hearty “yes” to.
We become overcome with grief, our hearts plugged with sadness at the state of the world around us: the Serbian War halfway across the globe, the hundreds of lives claimed each year by police brutality in the United States, the passing of a beloved administration and the ushering in of another.
At the end of the day, we find we can’t do it.
When it comes to reaching our legs across the gap, our feet fail us – unable to stretch from one end of the chasm to the other, unable to keep balance and hold steady and stay atop.
And when that happens, when it inevitably always does, we do the only thing we can: we become gap-bearers for one another.
Curious as to how my friends Anna and Joe stepped in as gap-bearers? Click here to read the whole story.
Thanks for your support!
Who’s been a gap-bearer for you? Who’s stood in the gap for you when you haven’t been able to bridge it yourself? Tell me a story!0