Limits

“This is it! I can’t take anymore!”

- and somehow somewhere down the line, we do.

“Our budget can’t take anymore hits. It is too tight.”

- and later in the week, it does, and we make it, sometimes with some to spare.

“I’m too tired to go on, I can’t imagine how I’m going to get through today, I’m too tired!”
- and yet here it is the next day, and somehow we’ve made it.


Invisible limits. The limits we put upon ourselves. The limits we put up when we are feeling overwhelmed. Our personal limits.

Do you know what the mathematical definition for a limit is?
a. a number such that the value of a given function remains arbitrarily close to this number when the independent variable is sufficiently close to a specified point or is sufficiently large. The limit of 1/x is zero as x approaches infinity; the limit of (x − 1)2 is zero as x approaches 1.
In people speak (non-mathemetician talk) it is approaching “something” without ever actually getting there, where the “something” is the limit.

Things add up, life adds up, and we always think we’ve reached our limit. We always express how we have, but we rarely do. In fact, if anything, God made us humans fairly versatile and to that versatility are the added joys of his many blessings within our lives. It’s amazing how a simple mathematical concept like the limit can so accurately be reflected in our own lives.

I don’t want to set anymore invisible limits on my life. I don’t want to have fear as I approach that “something” or that “limit”. I don’t want to predefine how far I can go, or how far my children can go. I know that there is no limit, or rather that the limit is unattainable. And somehow, somewhere, I am finding a whole lot of comfort in that idea.