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Boundaries are such a vital part of childhood. They help shape our children into who they will be as adults. Unfortunately, we cannot neglect boundaries and "hope for the best". Children don't just magically become who they are; they are shaped that way. Whether within the boundaries we lay down or through the chaos and uncertainty that goes with a lack of boundaries.
June Hunt explains it so beautifully in her book, Bonding With Your Child Through Boundaries.
Arise.
It’s a word we don’t speak much in our culture. It’s dated. Maybe too formal? In my opinion, we’ve wimped out with our vocabulary, using expressions like “get up” and “it’s time to move.” But then again, you and I have so easily forgotten that we’re in the middle of a battle in which we should quickly, purposefully, and powerfully respond to the call to action.
What battle, you might ask? What action must we take?
I LOVE the story from God's Word where Samuel is with Jesse looking for the one that will be the future king. Samuel knows it is one of Jesse’s sons but doesn’t know which one, and as they go through the list of seven sons God rejects them all. I can imagine the confusion that Jesse and Samuel felt. I mean what was God looking for in a king? He even rejected the oldest.
Jesse says:
"I have only one son left (my youngest) who is out in the field watching the sheep."
I love new beginnings, don't you?
I love a new adventure and a new day.
And I love a new school year.
No, really, I mean that. Oh, I'm not saying that I don't have mixed emotions and my own swirl of anxieties, but I truly do look forward to a fresh start of the coming school year.
A watched pot never boils."
In a similar way, a "watched scale" never moves.
The other day this happened (again) to me. I was at the stove waiting for the water to boil. In the meantime my kids were racing behind me and my husband was trying to tell me a story. My focus was not on them, but instead the pot.
