When I was a teenager (just over 10 years ago) my parents placed me in a box. This box contained 4 walls called bounderies. The walls were made of a very tough material and took years and years to construct and maintain. They designed these walls through tough love, hard work, consistant living and prayer.
When my mid-teen years hit, I tested these walls. I tried again and again to step over them but each time I got close to the walls they would love me right back to where I needed to be. Several times I did manage to overstep those boundaries but my parents placed me back into the box with the walls. Sometimes they placed me gently, but sometimes (due to my own actions) they had to be forceful.
I hated my box. I wanted so desperately to get out of my box and join the other kids at the mall or at a party or my boyfriend's house. I wanted to fit in and be somebody. But little did I know then that I already was somebody and that this dreadful box was creating somebody better. I was being transformed into a shallow-minded teenager into a successful member of society.
I am 29 years old now. Due to my box I have learned how to make decisions. I have learned how to make a mistake and learn from it. I know now how to be a devoted wife and a stable parent. I know how to hold a job and to take on leadership responsibilities. I know how to be strong and stand up for things I believe in and stand up for those I love.
I am a God-fearing woman. I hold daily conversations with the Lord Almighty. I thank Him often for the boundaries I was given. If it were not for those boundaries and the sweat it took from my parents to keep me within those boundaries I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that my life would not be what it is today.
I have 3 children. And I am building boxes. I know how hard it will be to keep my kids inside these walls. But I will fight for my kids just as my parents fought for me. And I am aware that sometimes I will have to fight with them if it means to fight for them.
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