Borders.
We all have borders in our lives.
Some are bad and need to be broken down.
Some are good – God given even – and exactly as they need to be.
For the season that they will be.
It is *these of which I speak.
The *God sent ones.
Sometimes I get antsy
Even with my God given borders
But it isn’t the border that needs to change
It is me.
Each of my borders is chosen.
Each of my borders is a gift.
Each of my borders protects things within it.
Each of my borders in fact, protects me.
God knows my borders.
He knows your borders.
Each set is unique.
He has things for us to do from while we are there.
He has things for us to learn while we are there.
He has people He means for us to intersect with while we are there.
He hems me in – He’s behind and before me
God knows my borders.