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I used to think any fence in my life meant I was being excluded.
That I was being held back. Kept away. That God was saying, “No.”
But one night at work, exhausted, angry, and wrestling with anxiety,
those verses landed differently.
They didn’t feel like a cage.
But a boundary marker.
By Dave BosquezI used to think any fence in my life meant I was being excluded.
That I was being held back. Kept away. That God was saying, “No.”
But one night at work, exhausted, angry, and wrestling with anxiety,
those verses landed differently.
They didn’t feel like a cage.
But a boundary marker.