Barriers

You know those things that get in the way when you're trying to move forward or get somewhere? I hate those things. I hate "barriers." Except when it's a roadside guard rail to keep you from going over a cliff. That's when I love barriers. I cherish barriers. I can't live without barriers. I hug and kiss barriers. (Well, maybe not that far.)

Have you ever noticed the marks on many of guard rails from cars that have scraped or banged in to or bounced off of them? Sure you have.  Have you ever stopped to calculate the lives saved? (Dozens? Hundreds? More?)

Could it be that thing (barrier) in your life right now that's "halting your progress" just might be a good thing?

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