I don’t know anyone who has escaped this world unscathed. I certainly haven’t. My experience here on this speck could be fittingly described by the thing itself: fairly well-rounded, magnificent and blue, alone in a multitude but not insignificant.
Blessings, turmoil, support, loss, love, shame, progress, failure, joy, ache, happiness, despair. All the words that make up a life and every other word of “good” and “bad” in between. Mostly good, really, but sometimes my mind becomes imprisoned by the bad. Joe Walsh once put it nicely, I can’t complain but sometimes I still do.
Generally, if I complain it is because I’ve chosen to believe that my life has limitations and constraints that I am powerless to overcome. I might even believe that God can’t (or won’t) do anything about them. And then I’m really stuck. But none of that is true! God has given me tremendous capabilities! He is also willing and able to increase and enhance them!
Whatever limits I have on me comes down to two things: the ones I have on me—in other words, the false ones I’ve embraced as true, and therefore, stay within their bounds, and the ones that God uses to protect me and my relationship with Him—which aren’t limits at all, they are blessings! The sky is the limit! There are no chains on me!
For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God. Romans 8:20-21
Meeting God at the Park 