Boundaries

Boundaries…the things we make ourselves to limit the people we have in our lives. And these boundaries are all fine and well, but if people want into your life, they will get in. Because, you see, boundaries don’t keep others out. They just fence you in. They just make your life boring. They make you that “anti-social weirdo” at the party. Or, better yet, they keep you from the party.

So at some point, you have to make a decision. Are you going to cross that line, go all the way. Or, are you going to stay fenced in, waiting on some great opportunity to pass inside your fence of comfort. Waiting on this, though, could be a whole lifetime, or it could not happen at all. Are you willing to take that chance of waiting and never doing? Are you going to waste time drawing the lines?

And I hate to tell you, but in case you didn’t know, life IS and WILL ALWAYS BE messy. It’s just how we’re made. It’s been this way since the fall of man. And it isn’t changing. So draw lines, or live life crossing them?

And I must admit, there are some lines in this life that are too dangerous to cross. But people do it all the time. Sometimes it turns out to be a beautiful ending, and other times, well…it ends like placing your finger in a blender and hitting the high button. Let me just tell you, that is not pretty.

So, play it safe or be dangerous.Those fences you make for your own protection may be what keeps you away from the things you want most out of life. Here’s what I do know for certain: if you’re willing to take a chance, the view from the other side, well…it’s spectacular.

The Game of Mercy

As a kid, I remember playing on the playground with all of my friends. There was one game in particular that I remember. We called it the game of mercy. A friend and I would lock hands, count to 3, and then try to snap the other person’s fingers off. You hold on as long as you can, hopefully longer than the other guy. The game is over when one of the two screams ‘stop’ or cries mercy. Needless to say, this game was one of my least favorite.

But, the game stops when one cries out and the other one listens. I wish life was that easy now. But life isn’t a game, and I’m not a child anymore. I can cry mercy in this life all I want, but is anyone listening? Or am I just screaming into a void of air?

I like to think someone is listening. In fact, I know someone is listening. My God is listening. People say time and time again, “God gives His biggest wars to His strongest soldiers.” Now, I think about this statement all the time. Why would God give the biggest war to the strongest soldiers? Look at the story of David and Goliath. If this statement was true, how did David win this fight between Goliath? David turned to God for help. This is how David won the fight.

Maybe God gives us more than we can handle sometimes so we will turn to Him for help. Maybe life is complicated and hard so we turn to God for guidance and direction.

So, when I cry out mercy, it definitely is not being heard. God hears me, and I can scream all day long, but it doesn’t mean a thing if I don’t ask God for help.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, God may gives some of His biggest battles to the weakest soldier so you go to Him, you lean on Him, you trust in Him, and He can and WILL show you His mercy, love, and grace.