In the fullness of time

There's this thing about the word "fullness". It sounds pregnant. It feels as if you're waiting. You're waiting for the stars to align; for a culmination of something - not just anything, but something significant. Something definitive.

And sometimes you think that it is time. You're ready. And yet, the time is not yet full; not yet ripe. You are ready, but you are not yet pregnant enough with the weight of expectancy, the thickness of glory or the heaviness of His heart that it can be birthed...