What do work and pillows have to do with boundaries? This.
Apart from Him, we're dirt. But His breath of live gives us worth.
Christ calls me to have a West Texas simplicity in a Southern California life. To keep a quiet, content heart, whatever the state I'm in.
Just like the woman in my neighborhood, I doubt love. I take convincing. But what if I didn't?
Maybe I love Southern gospel music so much for its focus on heaven, home, and the hope that does not disappoint.
I can't be a disciple -- or at least not a good one -- unless I'm able to let things go, and forgive, and not care...