Cornerstone (Tuesday)

ArchitectWhen I visited Los Angeles, I was surprised by the many houses cantilevered over a canyon–looked like trouble just waiting to happen.

Christ is my Cornerstone, marking the boundaries of my life. Sometimes, like those fancy California homes, I cantilever myself beyond my Cornerstone’s boundaries. My Architect has words with me.

God: My child, what do you think you’re doing?

Me: Just talking with a friend. No big deal.

God: Small talk, innocent conversation? I don’t think so. That’s gossip. It’s hurtful. You’re leaning beyond my boundaries. You’re trouble waiting to happen.

Sometimes, I actually heed his warning. When I don’t, I usually wind up wishing I had.bless soul pic

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