Pushing Boundaries

Much can happen to a girl in 8 months.

8 months. Last time I blogged. Is blogging like riding a bike where one can hop back on and it's as if you never left?

I perused some of my past blog posts and memories flooded back. I smiled as I looked back at the journey God brought me through in a small amount of time.

Just 8 months.

One of my last blog posts was about perseverance. Funny. That theme hasn't left. I suppose a lesson on perseverance cannot, by nature of it's name, end quickly.

In that post, I wrote out definitions of the word. I looked these references up again tonight and found something I had missed, dictionary.com's theological definition of perseverance:

Continuance in a state of grace to the end, leading to eternal salvation.

As someone who finds the idea of grace near unbelievable, this statement is as refreshing as a down comforter on a chilly night. And I want to snuggle up in its truth.

I look back at periods in my life where I've thrived. Often times a mitigating factor to these periods was the knowledge I had the favor of a mentor, encouraging friend, or leader. (Understanding also, there is something to be said about being able to thrive without these human confidence boosters.) And I think, if my boundaries could be successfully pushed by an imperfect person's favor on me, then what if I really knew in my heart I am

already living
in a state of grace,
of unmerited favor,
that never ends,
(this is kinda a big deal),
from thee most amazing leader and creative,
who gave Himself to mankind,

how would I be different?

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