Boundaries Are Trellises For Love To Grow

The afternoon sun is unforgiving, exposing the dust you thought you could ignore. You draw a line in the dirt to protect what little peace you have left, and immediately the panic sets in.

You fear this boundary makes you cold. Hard.

Unloving. But the light does not confuse kindness with the absence of edges.

There was a man born blind, and the world assumed his darkness was a punishment for sin. Jesus looked at the brokenness and said: neither this man nor his parents sinned.

This happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. Your limitation is not a failure of character.

It is the canvas. When you say no to the draining thing, you are not becoming cold.

You are making space for the warmth that actually matters. The boundary is not a wall to keep love out.

It is the trellis that lets it grow without collapsing under its own weight.