Last week I was talking to a friend about faith and completely trusting God. She felt so pressed in a specific circumstance, and kept saying she thought God was really stretching her. Then her thoughts wandered to why she felt like she was fighting it, and came to the conclusion maybe it was pride. (Big shocker, if we could all be meek and humble, how much easier would this life be!) This was my reply to her, and I haven't gotten it out of my head since.
A broken rubber band stretches twice as far as a whole one.
It was just a thought I had, but the applications are endless.