The handwriting on the wall means the grandchildren found the crayons. ~Author Unknown
Periwinkle, aquamarine, bittersweet, sepia, and cornflower. As a child, I discovered new and exotic names in my box of 64 crayons. The mixture of colors invited me to create, design, and break from typical color-choice rules. Carnation pink elephants drank from mahogany water beneath burnt orange clouds.
But one rule I refused to break: coloring outside the lines. To produce the picture I desired, I always colored within the lines. I respected the lines; they were necessary to create my finished product. I enjoyed freedom within the lines as I mixed and matched my 64 choices.
Last week, I encountered a blank canvas in Walmart’s parking lot. Recently paved, but missing white lines. The black sea of asphalt without lines caused confusion. Some vehicles explored their line-less freedom and parked willy nilly. I circled several times. Where should I park? How close do I park beside someone? Is it even safe to park here? No lines; no order. I missed my lines.
So He wrote love-lines in His Holy Word. Lines and boundaries written from God’s great Love to us. Love-lines to help us live the life He intended: freedom within His lines and boundaries.
Life is hard. I want lines; I want to know where to park. I need lines. Lines guide me; they keep me safe. Life within lines provides me the freedom to color my world in goldenrod, orchid, or raw sienna.
Several days later, I pulled my car between two white lines in Walmart’s parking lot and rejoiced in the freedom I found there.
God’s boundary lines show us where it’s safe to go and set our hearts free. ~ Renee Swope