lane markings are not suggestions.
But the guy in the pick-up hauling the lawn care trailer
must have thought so.
If it hadn't been the middle of the afternoon,
I might have questioned his sobriety.
Those painted lines on the road are present for a reason.
They mark a boundary.
They help ensure the safety for all drivers and pedestrians.
And everybody can co-exist without incident
when we adhere to the boundaries marked out
by white and yellow parallel lines.
It occurs to me,
while I was appalled at the driving choices on that man yesterday,
I often navigate my life in the same manner.
God, in His wisdom, has established boundaries for all people.
He marks out space where we are
and have our being.
And when we choose to adhere to the markings
He's laid out on this proverbial road of life,
we can travel with others in safety.
That's what boundaries do.
That's why we give rules to our children.
That's why we create laws for our country.
That's why every
has behavioral regulations.
And God loves us enough to give us guidelines for our living.
He loves us enough to mark out the boundary lines.
He is not trying to spoil our fun.
Or oppress His people.
He is not holding out on us.
Or stifling our creativity.
He's creating the safe spaces in which we might fully live
on this shared journey while ensuring safe passage.
So, while I slowed up and backed away
from the swerving pick-up that couldn't choose a lane,
I am thankful for the reminder that boundaries matter.
And our God, out of His great mercy and love, has given us exactly that.
It was [God] who set all the boundaries of the earth...
Love God, your God. Walk in his ways.
Keep his commandments, regulations, and rules
so that you will live, really live, live exuberantly, blessed by God...