The Limits of Swaddling Cloths

Do you like limits? You’re like, “limits on what?” Fair. Do you like spending limits? Do you like hours-in-the-day limits? Do you like energy limits? Do you like preference limits?

If you hate budgets, if you wish for more than 24 hours, if you get frustrated by fatigue, if you feel constrained by considering what someone else wants, then, you are probably sinning. You are wanting to be God; that’s pride. You are criticizing God for how He made things; pride unthankfulness. You aren’t embracing image-bearing in relationships: that’s idolatry of self.

The fact that you can see beyond your limits is good, and helps you to give thanks and provides the opportunity for wise stewardship. The woman who gave her last two copper coins was praised per proportion/percentage (Mark 12:41-44). If you had infinite money and strength, and if things always went your way, big whoop.

Two hands and ten fingers are God’s idea. Even before sin there was some scarcity. You cannot be in more than one place at a time, you cannot be in more than one time at a time, your anxiety can’t lengthen your life even an hour of time. You were never supposed to live without sleep, you were never supposed to get to run the world according to your desires.

If you are having a hard time submitting to your finitude, do you even appreciate Christmas? You were born with constraints outside your control, can you imagine being in control and being born with constraints, like swaddling cloths?