Friday, 4 March 2016

Danger, do not cross

Permission to slap me if I ever consider running here again x

“It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me I'm free!”

So sings Queen Elsa – feels good doesn’t it, yay, FREEDOM, the gap in the hedge!!!!

Hmmmm. Consider young Icarus.

“Young Icarus, overwhelmed by the thrill of flying, did not heed his father’s warning and flew too close to the sun whereupon his wings melted and he fell into the sea.”

On my monster 1066 Country Trail run this week (36 miles and 3 snowstorms later), I crossed a bridge over a river. The sign next to the bridge, hidden in a thorny tangle, said ‘Danger: Do not cross. If you do you will surely die’. (Ok so I may have made up that last bit). But the sign did everything in it’s power to dissuade me from crossing.

Obviously I crossed. :-)

Unfortunately, (or fortunately, I still can’t decide), I’m not very good at recognising the time to quit, I’m not good at smelling danger, I’m much more likely to get overwhelmed by the thrill of flying.
You’ve heard it said, ‘Know your limits’. Not sure what mine are but as I was lost in a wide open space in a brutal snowstorm (Pevensey Levels, I hate you) I thought to myself that I still wasn’t at my limit. It has since occurred to me that in my wonky thinking, I wonder how I would recognise my limit. Basically, if I’m still putting one foot in front of the other, I haven’t reached it yet. The inference being that my limit is when I am physically broken or dead. I told you, wonky thinking!

As it happens, when it comes to alcohol, I know my limits. Zero. Day 160 today, and I live in a zero tolerance zone when it comes to wine.

So where do we look for the appropriate response to boundaries?

God opened my eyes to Psalm 16 v 6 not so long ago. “The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.”

The word for ‘boundary’ here is ‘A district or inheritance (as measured); or a noose (as of cords);’ Guess which meaning I latch on to.

The wisdom must be in recognising safe boundaries that are in place for our good, knowing when to push them and when to stay well within them.

I am not so wise J

I’d love to be able to tell you that from now on I will appreciate that my ‘Boundary lines are set in pleasant places’ by a Heavenly Father who knows how to keep me safe. I’d love to be able to say that. But….. well the draw of the dangerous bridge and the overwhelming feeling of flying are just a little too appealing. Even if the price is that I finally reach my limit. 

Come and run with me, dare ya :-)

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