I impose limits on love,
hedge my bets, 
refrain from all in,
keep some back for me.

What if there’s not enough?

The expansive sun 
pushes back on my restraint. 
The waves, unfettered, 
spit on not enough. 
The birds gather and gather and
sing melodies of plenty.
My friend shows up again 
with generous questions;
she holds space and 
withholds judgement.

Full on Grace comes at me 
and envelopes me until
all I see is Grace, 
wide like the Milky Way,
Unfathomable. 

There is limitless enough. 

I can name my limits,
I can keep it small,
but it’s not what 
I am made for.  
I am called to share a 
vast love,
wide like the Milky Way.

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BETHANY HOWARD writes to encourage others to find their fierce and to embrace their own. She shares permission slips to run towards what you are made for in her book “Permission Granted: Embrace Who You Are, Cultivate Courage, Impact Your World”. If you were to visit her unannounced there’s a good chance you would find her singing in a messy kitchen while looking for chocolate. Connect with her at www.bethanyhoward.com and on Instagram @bethanypermissiongranted.