11/24/2022
You know times when things go unexpectedly sideways and it clutches your breath a bit? π³ππππΎ ππππΎπππ πππΎππΎ πππ ππΊπππΎ πΊππ½ ππΎπΊπ½ πππΎ ππππ πΊππ½ πππ ππ ππΊπππΎ ππΏ πΊπ π ππ ππππ½?
Thanksgiving this year couldβve been just thatβ¦but it wasnβt. It was table feast open, gratitude spread abundant.
Years ago, getting off the rigid schedule that kept our lives βtogetherβ wouldβve rattled me. Not because the menu switched up last minute or meal times were flip flop savage; but, because I hadnβt learned the seemingly blurred difference between boundaries and rigidity.
Boundaries are spaces youβre not willing to cross, places and spaces youβre not willing to trample dry bones bare. Rigidity is thinking you can control others, how they choose to live their lives. Boundaries are sincerely held convictions youβre not willing to cross yourself-a line in sands of time you confidently hold your hand up and say, βππ, ππππ πππβπ πΏππ ππΎ-ππππ ππ πππ πΊ ππ πΊπΌπΎ π¨βπ ππΎπΊππ ππ π πππΎ.β
Itβll rattle teeth for those that donβt respect you(or likely themselves either), but it has a way of ushering peace, nestling soft places and spaces of grace. Because, ultimately, you arenβt someone elseβs conviction, but you might be where theyβd see peace lived out.
Maintain boundaries for yourself, show grace for others. As humanly difficult as it sounds, it offers postures of peace more than imaginable.
