Talking Of Boundaries

I guess, after all, I am liquidy, that's is why it is not easy to unearth my boundaries.

But it does not mean I am boundless.

The boundary lines lay on one side as far as the gift of forgiveness was extended through the cross to me. Another line falls there where acceptance fell about 2000 years ago. Yet another line stretches to the hights of reconciliation walls and to the depth of the love that was poured on me.

There is work on the other lines - I want to extend them towards the frontiers of selflessness, charity, hopefulness and exra-walking mile.

In all of this - I am free, I am not limited, I am stretched but I am not tamed.