As many of my creative lightening moments arrive whilst taking a shower, this similar thought of "Bloody Boundaries" popped into my conciousness. The thought flashes zinged & zapped their forward motions in parallel with the ebb&flow of liquid H20.
Beginning to ponder on boundaries, at least within the church culture; applying wisdom to relational connections. Maybe blood has something to do with boundaries after all?
{life is in the blood} Leviticus 17v14
{life is in the blood} Leviticus 17v14
Does life dictate my healthy boundary lines?
When I connect with a friend, is my first approach to give or take?
Do I operate out of a place of lack or full abundance to overflow?
If Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life, then is He my boundary guide in wisdom?
My friends and I often have a quirky injoke of linguistics, where within the prose verbalized lay essences of wonder. A portion being the discussion of 'how do we flee from sin and keep our thoughtlife pure'? (because we are aware we are able to do this in Christ) If I struggle with being friends with men then how do I embrace my male friends in a way that does not avoid the issue, presses onward to healing? Loving them well in a place of boldness & freedom but staying in wisdom...
I think blood is the answer. By which I mean Jesus' blood- its symbolic and true place as an expression of deep love.
These accumulative words are a journeying of wondering. I wonder how to keep boundaries bloody. :)
I think blood is the answer. By which I mean Jesus' blood- its symbolic and true place as an expression of deep love.
These accumulative words are a journeying of wondering. I wonder how to keep boundaries bloody. :)
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