Rugby World Cup. New Zealand versus South Africa. Small town New Zealand. Room of Kiwis.
During the tense moments in the match where the All Black was running with strong and fast Springboks in hot pursuit, my friend would often yell, "Who's with 'im??" That player needed to pass the ball to a teammate - and quickly - or would risk losing possession of the ball.
As I enter into my sabbatical and after having burnt out, that question resonates with me. Without friends upon whose faith I could lean into and borrow, especially in the past few years, I would have bottomed out. I would have lost possession of the ball completely. Instead, I was able to pass burdens onto my friends and they have helped carry them.
Thanks, team.