Everything has its limits. Rubber bands reach their limits then snap. Stretch an object beyond its limits and it will likely never be able to stretch again. I watched a person, pull, stretched, and then stretched some more, reach the limit. At the peak, there was a simple, blunt, and mature comment. “Give me a break, cut me some slack before it’s too late and I’m out of here.” (Psalm 39.13)
I have replayed the words, setting, interaction and pivotal moment in my mind again and again. I have come to realize that this particular situation occurs far more option than I am aware of. I am as guilty as anyone in pushing people to their limits. Recent conversations have reminded me of my vows when I pushed too hard, too far. The vow was simple and absolute – “never again”.
If you find yourself maxed out, living right on the edge, let me offer some reminders that I try to hold close to my heart.
If you are at the edge, speak up. I realize it is not easy. I understand it takes courage. Whatever you do, include the words that another said before you; “Give me a break, cut me some slack before it’s too late and I’m out of here.” (Psalm 39.13)
Remember, life is a series of choices. While each has a consequence, the freedom to decide is a gift that remains deeply within us. We decide. We may not think we have a choice, but there is always at least one, usually two, three, or more.
If things are bleak, courage and energy at an edge, look for someone that can help you. Starting with the Divinity that has made a home within you, look within and without. Embracing the willingly of others to help, even with something small, is the best thing that you can do for your soul.
At our limit’s edge, it seems like the moment is an ending. Life reminds this moment is just another beginning. Hope and compassion are friends that make the next step possible.
