Know your limits.  That’s not exactly a phrase that we as Americans like.  I think it’s almost ingrained in us–the idea of limitless possibilities with no fences or boundaries.  “Manifest Destiny” is alive and well in each of us; come to think of it, I don’t think it’s just Americans.  This is part of the human condition.  Any two-year-old on the planet will express the same sentiment:  Don’t tell me where I can and can’t go!  We say the same thing as adults just in a more sophisticated and filtered way.

As a woman with MS, I ran headlong into a limitation of my own when I attended an excerise class at the YMCA called “Bootcamp”.  The name should have tipped me off, but the class is basically comprised of intervals of torturous cardio activities followed by equally torturous strength training activities.  Suffice it to say, two days later, I can barely walk up and down stairs, and who knew toilet seats were so low?

I think I have come to grips with the fact that, for a variety of reasons, this class is not for me.  It may seem silly, but that’s hard for me to swallow–”not for me”.  For a long time, I have tried to deny that MS poses any limitations to my life, but that is simply not true.

This whole concept of limits reminds me of a verse from one of my favorite psalms.  “The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance (Psalm 16:6).”  God has placed boundaries on my life, and He has sovereignly and lovingly chosen them for me.  I want to see the fences around the terrain of my life as good and my life itself as a “beautiful inheritance” from the Lord.  When I look at it that way, why spend time trying to climb fences?