God is magnificent; he can never be praised enough. There are no boundaries to his greatness. Psalm 145:3 MSG
I live here. In the margins, between the margins, and sometimes beyond them.
I write notes in the margins of my Bible. Scribble comments in the margins of a favorite book. Doodle in the margins when I’m bored.
There’s room to play here, in the white space of life, yet I’m constrained by the boundaries of the margins.
I know if I stray off the page, go over the edge, color outside the frame–I’ll mess up the furniture…and perhaps my life.
There are a lot of words inside the margins in my life.
“Friends” share many (too many?) words inside the margins of the white and blue “book.” They make me laugh, sigh, grit my teeth, and occasionally cry. But even the white space inside the margins feels full and noisy. I occasionally jump into the frenetic jump-rope game long enough to recite a few words, then jump out again to spectate…and wonder if anybody even noticed I played the game.
It’s too crowded there to play…or breathe.
But the margins of my writing pad are all mine. The margins in my Bible are all mine. And it’s here, exploring, studying and playing in the margins of His words and mine, I discover the healing joy, the love, and the life of the white spaces of my life.
I am hemmed in by His presence, and freed to live beyond the margins of my human circumstances and emotions.
His words are illuminated by a light from within. The margins become a place to digest them, to breathe, rest, play, and become.
I ‘m safe here, living within and beyond the margins with Christ…and
I no longer fear the emptiness…or the edge.
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©2013 Linda Crawford