Boundaries as Rest {One Word 365}

image by jeff sheldon from unsplashBoundaries keep what you want in and keep what you don’t want out.  Boundaries are where you end and I begin.  Boundaries are my saving grace.  They alert me when something is off kilter, not quite right, or in danger.  Boundaries are a means of communicating health and wholeness.  But what if boundaries were also meant to remind us who we are so that we can rest in that being?

Have you ever tried to rest when your mind is fraught with worry, concern, or anything else that is pressing? It’s hard to do.  You may toss and turn, become agitated and restless, and you may even lash out at innocent friends and family.  I’m not a psychologist, but I do have the understanding of my experience.  It tells me boundaries give me rest.  Boundaries allow me to be me and you to be, but when I don’t heed them, chaos ensues.  It’s rather uncomfortable to be out of sort, on edge, and besides myself.  It’s almost like having an out of body experience.

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I know I’ve mentioned this before, but my word for the year is rest.  I am finding it show up in the oddest places.  It’s in the way I relate to people, the fear of God, the working of dreams, the process of writing, the work I do, and even in the mundane things of life.  Rest keeps asserting itself, but it’s not a call for me to lay down and sleep.  The kind of rest I’m referring to has to do with being and wholeness.  It is a rest that settles deep in the bones.  It is a rest that invites shalom – nothing missing, nothing broken.  It is the kind of rest that restores identity foundations, authenticity, and alignment to holy purpose.  And it’s only February; but I’m leaning in to the whispers I hear. I’m choosing to rest in the knowledge that I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  Which brings me back around to boundaries.

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When a boundary is trespassed, one must speak.  Use your voice.  Say what you need to say even if you’re trembling.  So it is with me.  If I am going to be fully whole, healthy, and authentic, then it means recognizing when I am acting out of character or not being my true self.  If something hinders that then it is an affront to whom I am made to be.  Anything that causes me to act the opposite of what God has called me to must be quickly and firmly dealt with or I have no rest.  It has been a reminder to remember Whose I am and who I am made to be: chosen, treasured, accepted, beloved, and forgiven.  If I am acting in ways that do not speak to these truths, then I am not resting.  Thank you boundaries for being an intangible way of knowing.  Thank you for being my invisible gatekeeper.

What’s been your experience with boundaries?  I’d like to hear your stories too.

6 thoughts on “Boundaries as Rest {One Word 365}”

  • 1
    shadesofmay on February 24, 2015 Reply

    Great post! As a very empathetic person, boundaries help me to care for and help people, but to not take on others’ problems as my own. It’s such a relief! 🙂

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      Marvia on February 28, 2015 Reply

      May, you’re right it is such a relief to only own your side of the street! Thanks for stopping by and reading. Much appreciated!

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    Jamie Wright Bagley on February 24, 2015 Reply

    There are some good words of wisdom here. I love how you are exploring all the avenues of rest, and finding new ways to honor your energy. I do have to set boundaries on how much I say yes to helping other people, because if I’m not careful, I will pour myself out empty and burn out. Usually, I’m still not that careful, because I love people. But I am learning bit by bit. 🙂

    • 4
      Marvia on February 28, 2015 Reply


      I’m still learning bit by bit too, but there’s so much grace for the journey.

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    Stacey Daze on February 25, 2015 Reply

    So true! My struggles with boundaries is when others don’t respect them or see me as problematic when I remind them of boundaries. I hate being the “bad” guy and have brought boundaries down simply to keep the peace. But I’m learning. Where to stand, where to give, and where my toughest boundaries are.

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      Marvia on February 28, 2015 Reply

      Thank you for taking time to read and comment. You’re not alone in this. I struggle too, but we grow stronger as we use our voices.

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