Patches of gold dotted the landscape–the borders neatly trimmed by barbed wire fences. The wheat fields resembled an old patchwork quilt; each square confined by the even stitches running across its surface. Whether you were a local or a visitor, it was a simple thing to recognize where one section of field began and another ended.
If only life were that easily defined. But one area bleeds into the other like a country garden spilling over the confines of its makeshift edging. The concerns of home life influence work…the demands of work are carried home. I’ve always struggled with setting relational boundaries. Boundaries with loved ones. Boundaries with co-workers.
Yet, the simplicity of a Montana wheat field appeals to me. Its borders, neat and trim–are defined, recognizable, unmovable. Boundaries.
More and more I understand the importance of those boundaries. They provide guidance to the farmer as he trolls down a strip of land–offering a place for seeds to find protection from the winds and harsh temperature extremes. Boundaries. They determine ownership– a respect for one person’s claim on soil stretching from fence to the next.
I’ve begun to stretch and pull the wire across areas that need definition–even protection–in my life. Those challenging work situations? They belong at work; confined in one specific place and time. That challenging relationship with a dear friend? I need to determine the difference between ministering and immersing. Healthy boundaries; God-honoring boundaries–are meant to provide direction for my life. Which area needs the most care and attention? Which is self-sustaining?
I’m beginning to notice a change–some definition on each day’s personal landscape. Who knew there could be such a sense of freedom in drawing those lines and establishing boundaries?
Verse for Reflection
As soon as the meal was finished, he insisted that the disciples get in the boat and go on ahead to the other side while he dismissed the people. With the crowd dispersed, he climbed the mountain so he could be by himself and pray. He stayed there alone, late into the night. Matthew 14:22-23 (MSG)