Good morning…
As I was browsing the nearest Goodwill store, a framed print caught my eye. Beside a funky image of a woman chopped up in colorful shapes, I read these words. “I have too much to lose she said, if I cross that line. Like what? I said. She could not think of anything that day so she said she’d get back to me. Since then I’ve been thinking what I would lose if I cross my line and I haven’t come up with anything either. There’s always another line somewhere.” This original print, entitled Crossing the Line, was signed by artist B Andreas.
I looked at the piece and, honestly, I could not figure out what it meant. So I put it back on the shelf for other Goodwill browsers. When I climbed in bed that night, the print laid on my mind. What was that poem all about? What lines am I afraid to cross in myself? What is God trying to teach me through this print?
The next morning, I brewed my coffee. I wrote my morning message. I took my kids to school. I walked our dogs. I enjoyed my bath, preparing for the day ahead. After teaching my morning class, I went straight to Goodwill to see if the print tugging on my heart’s brain was still on the shelf. Sure enough it was. And I read it again, this time with the help of the Holy Spirit.
“I have too much to lose she said, if I cross that line. Like what? I said. She could not think of anything that day so she said she’d get back to me. Since then I’ve been thinking what I would lose if I cross my line and I haven’t come up with anything either. There’s always another line somewhere.”
The self-protective lines I draw expose my fearful distrust in Psalm 16:11 (AMP). You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forevermore.
What would happen if I gradually erase my self-protective lines to follow the pleasurable path of life offered in God’s joyful presence?
…Sue…
