I have bangs. Someone once told me that having bangs is like having cute decorative fringe on your face. Fringe is just before the line between hair and skin, the boundary line. That boundary grows, receeds, is cut or curled up so it’s not always the same, but there is a boundary and it’s decorated with fringe.
And so, is life. I have found that at times I walk the fringe doing just what I have to do to get by. At times I get way inside the boundary lines, go beyond what I need to do, exert myself. Inside the line is best but often comes with more effort. Some circumstances require me to work harder. They knock me out of my comfort zone. Some circumstances are easy and just require me to hang out and rest on the fringe, aware but unaffected.
Sometimes it’s like that with God. I feel like the Spirit urges me deeper into the center of God’s promises, away from the fringe. The fringe is fine, it’s enough, but deeper is so much better. I think there’s a choice. I can choose the fringe where I know I’m safe. I have a covenant with God, I’m His. Even if I have to walk that fringe line, that scary circumstance, I know God will get me through it. Or, I can dive into the deep where I know He will go before me, be my rear guard, He will fight the battle for me. He will heal, deliver, protect and preserve. It’s a choice between “enough” and “exceedingly abundantly.”
Psalms 91:1 says He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. For me, I want to condition my spirit and my flesh to choose to dwell and abide, not to walk the fringe. We get to do that.