Love Without Limits

Sounds like a good thing?

Yeah?

Love without limits.

No boundaries.

To speak of.

Just keep “showing up”.

Well.

My goal is not burst your bubble.

Seriously.

Life is complicated.

1000 questions.

A million actually.

Perhaps.

The million dollar one-No silly—

The million dollar question.

Not THAT million dollars.

Have you a sickness with all things dollar-ly…..

(Sometimes, making up a word is fun🤣.)

I digress.

O.K. now for the most important question.

Relates not necessarily denominationally.

But.

Make no mistake.

One cannot fake a belief.

This is about the best news I have heard all day.

Score one for the spirits above.

Who do not keep score and prefer to keep us on track.

Running in circles has its benefits🤣

When does love meet and exceed “expectations.”

I can almost see you head spinning before my very eyes.

And.

Also.

Your stomach “sink” at the same time.

Sunk in a “crap” I have just been caught.

Well.

Maybe.

I donot know what goes on inside of your head, as it relates to your heart.

I can only navigate using mine.—Head. Heart. Even if and when it may take me longer.

There are no short cuts.

Limits.

All kinds of ‘em

Speed limits.

BAC limits.

Tantrum limits.

Mental limits.

Emotional limits.

Spending limits.

Cholesterol limits.

Sugar limits.

The monitoring of all things monitorable..

If only it were really for our own good.

In some cases, depending how you got to where you are—spying has been around for quite some time. Even bat-pre-Covid-the-marketplace bugdom of defeat.

Limits.

Are all around us.

Reminding us what a “good person” is supposed to do. Oh. What with alerts, and notifications and screams of “hey, you are over yours.” save some for me, or I will knee cap you before the knee replacements is scheduled.

No wonder.

We are all driving recklessly, looking downward. And. The traffic controller on the ground are overwhelmed while the ones in the air are gasping for air.

Daily. we may be falling way short of the limits set by the almighty.

And depending upon who you believe the almighty is (remember, no faking allowed) We may only be checking our limits to stay out of trouble.

Checking our limits in the way somebody else tells us to. Not really meaning it. Just “do it”.

I don’t wanna live that way.

Do you?

Boundries are invisible too.

The more you try and kid a kidder the worse things can get.

Bring it on.

And you may wish you hadn’t

No.

That is not a threat.

Call it a way of life.

Of meeting and exceeding expectations.

Or. In the current monitoring way of life.

Not.

Meeting and exceeding expectations.

Boundries exist.

For a reason.

We all fail.

From time to time.

In recognizing ours.

We are more selfish that we like to admit.

Possessiveness. A whole nother story.

To possess a possession is quite possessive.👹

Wouldn’t you agree.

Face it.

The fact.

The facts ma’m.

You forgot to care in the first place.

Now.

We are all playing catch.

Catch up, that is.

Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of other.

Case. In point.

To ensure someone else is crazy at their or your expense, is well,

crossing the proverbial boundary without belief.

Kinda like the ridiculous, “Meets and exceeds expectations”

Effore does really count.

But.

Does it matter.

Depends upon the long haul.

The long game.

At lest, you be caught with your pants below the knees.

Running for the bathroom, restroom-whatever it is signed on the door.

Suggestions abound to the most manner-filled way to

“Get there.”

Within limits.

Boundries.

And God-like ways of proper management.

Bonafide.

”They” don’t call it a rat race for nothing.

Ask yourself, about your daily activities,

“How’s it going.”(pf)

Have you been saved.

Have you been fixed.

Have you loved another in the best way possible?

Every encounter with Him—gives us more life.(pf)

The Him him, not the him him.

The Easter bunny has come and gone.

Dropped the eggs and such.

He is indeed risen.

The rat race goes on.

How will you run in it?

Sneakily?

Deceptively?

Or.

Guardedly.

Trustingly.

The point forward.

Not. Not that point forward🏀.

But.

The way forward is in loving within the limits of loving without limits.

Told ya it was complicated.

Once the last yummy egg has been demolished.

And the scrutiny goes on with the alerts, and notifications and emergencies.

The scrutiny begins again?

Stop.

Stop it.

Breath.

Pay attention tot the folks around your orbit.

Sure tomorrow night is a phenomenon waiting to happen.

And.

So are you.

Anytime anyone telling you you are less than.

No.

Walk away.

Run away. Fast.

Their opinion, their test, their whatever— is not worth any tea from China or its weight in salt (Unless of course the blood test tells you otherwise—to cut back for the sake of everyone.)

Going above and beyond.

Can be a good thing.

We don’t always know our affect on another.

Good or bad.

But it is within our responsibility.

To take a chance.

To not blow it.

When the opportunity is within our reach and the meeting and exceeding monitors are lost in their notifications, alerts and emergencies of the day.

Power on,

And from here on out.

Take a breath.

Take notes.

Pay attention.

He really did. Die for ours sins.

Doensn’t mean the sins must keep rolling on in the forms of spying, stealing, envy and jealousy.

When your problem becomes my problems, becomes her problem becomes his problem.

Figure it out.

Good people.

Are out there.

Maybe even tomorrow—during the eclipse.

Good people have been out there all along.

We just didn’t notice because we were too busy checking the wrong limits.

Going beyond the limits.

ScRed and running away from the fact we forgotm

To check ourself before we wrecked ourself.

Take a peak.

Take a look.

Up.

When and if the stars are in alignment, perfect alignment does not really matter.

Look up.

Say a prayer.

And.

Hooefully you are on your way to believing in something greater than yourself🤓.

To infinity and beyond.

The limits of your own limitations.

Love.

Yourself.

Without Limits.

Leave the naysayers in your dust for a change.