Boundaries 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.Boundaries allow me to be me and you to be, but when I don’t heed them, chaos ensues. Click To Tweet
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.
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.