When I was young I was very angry and a bit rebellious.  I did not like being told what to do or not do, where I could go or not go, what I could have or not have.  I wanted, and often demanded, everything be done my way.  And I wanted everything to happen in my time, which most often meant immediately.  I did not like or ask for advise–if it was given I did not listen.  I wanted freedom–to be free to be the woman I thought I was meant to be–to be free to live the life I thought I wanted.
I wanted and lived a life without boundaries.  I sometimes still chafe at rules and feel restricted and held back and want to jump the fence to what looks like a wonderful unbridled freedom.  But what I have learned from experience, a lot of it painful and some tragic, is that there is no freedom without boundaries. Without boundaries there is no grace.
When we choose to step outside the limits set and leave the protection of the enclosure of love, we think we are free.  But, in fact, we become prisoners.  Prisoners of opinion and feelings, uncertainty and fear, disinterest and shallowness, selfish desires and despair.  Prisoners of “not enough and what if and if only”.  Ultimately, we become prisoners of sin and death; a life without  a future or hope.  This is not how we are meant to live.  This is not why we were created.
We can choose, intentionally and whole heartily, to live within the limits set by love and grace.  Then our lives are filled with friendship and love, work and play, learning and purpose, happiness and joy.  And yes, there is responsibility and accountability, trials and tribulations, sadness and sorrow in this life.
Life is not always easy but it can be full and satisfying and complete.  A life where we are never alone or abandoned for He is behind and beside and before us always.  A life where our past does not possess us, the present is in the Presence, and the future is eternity promised.
A life lived within the boundaries of love and grace is a life lived in the embrace of God.  This is why we were created.
Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup;
you have made my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance. 
Psalm 16:5-6
I wonder why it took so long for me to find my assigned place?  But I wonder at His patience even more!
I wonder why I find boundaries so hard to accept even when I know they fall in pleasant places?
Just wondering…
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