Breaking up with limits

Limits. Somewhere along the way we all “grow up” into the “understanding” and “acceptance” that limits are a part of life. They’re natural, they’re realistic, and our best chance at happiness is learning to operate within them. It’s terribly practical, insanely reasonable, and painfully “mature”.

I have no need for limits anymore.

Call it what you will, but I’m breaking up with limits. We’re through. Limits look like things I tell myself over and over, that I begin to believe about myself, that don't even remotely resemble who God says I am. Limits look like fears that keep me “reigned in”, so I don’t embarrass myself by being too “naively ambitious”. Limits make me friends and earn me their esteem and acceptance as they drain me of the LIMITLESS ESSENCE OF THE SPIRIT.

So I'm going another way. I’m owning dreaming instead. I’m drifting into imagination. I'm claiming desire. I’m listening to the faintest whispers of my heart, those that have been “hushed” and swatted aside for many years. I’m calling to them now; “Come out of hiding! Find your voice again! Remind me how awesome possibility is!”

I’m embracing the childlike big-dreamer who doesn't worry about the balance in the bank account or the “necessity” of skills and a career path. I’m shrugging off the frantic grasping at “stability”. I’m choosing life in the Spirit… led by the promises of the God who fashioned me to be uniquely creative and hopeful and enthusiastic about the opportunity that life in Him offers.