I’m all about not being put in boxes by others, and about checking the boxes others say are “of God”. Then the other day I realised I was living in some boxes of my own design. Because I built them in places where I was comfortable, they don’t seem like boxes to me, but they actually are. Like any box, they keep me from growing, and they keep me from questioning what I’m doing. If I were prefect that wouldn’t be a problem, but I’m far from perfect!
What self-made boxes do you inhabit? What self-made boxes are affecting/limiting your marriage? Have you found some place you like and set up camp? It may have been a great place for a time, but maybe it’s not exactly where you should be today… or tomorrow.