The Gift of Limits
A tree grows not without limit, but according to its design. Its roots sink only so far, its branches spread only so wide, its fruit ripens only in season. The life of the tree is preserved because it honors what it cannot exceed. In much the same way, our lives are not meant to expand endlessly in every direction, but to grow within the limits that keep us whole. Limits are the very contours that make strength possible. The body has limits, reminding us of the need for rest. The mind has limits, reminding us of the need for renewal. The soul has limits, reminding us that depth comes not from scattering everywhere but from sinking somewhere. These limits are gifts, signposts that invite us to slow, focus, and receive rather than endlessly strive. When limits are resisted, life becomes stretched thin, like roots spread shallow across dry ground. There may be an appearance of growth, but when storms come, the shallow roots give way. Limits call us back to depth, back to choosing what...