I read a letter from a friend today.  A "real letter."  One of those things that is now a vague memory to me, something that takes days to arrive, and something that must be physically placed in my mailbox, which is a small receptacle outside of my house and not "in the cloud."

On to the point.  I read this letter, and while I have a great deal of respect and admiration for what she does for a living, I am not sure that I could do it.  You may think this a banal observation, but I once thought that I could do what she does.

This was the revelation: I find it increasingly easier to note the things that I cannot do, could not do, and am very glad to not be doing.  To be clear, I am thrilled that someone else does those things, and I feel blessed to be doing something that I love doing.  Some may not be in that position, but I love what I do for a living.  As one of my mentors oft remarked, "And to think that they actually pay us to do this!"

Call it growing up, maturing, wisdom, or come up with your own description, but my days of being able to do anything and everything seem even more vague a memory than actual letters.  That attitude put me in some precarious positions in the past.  It is quite nice to be able to simply admit to yourself, "I can't do that."  It streamlines your pursuits in life.  It is actually quite liberating.  I am free to do what I can do.

Freedom in limitation.  That sounds familiar...the Apostle Paul paints a nice picture of our freedom in Christ, to whom we are bondservants - free from sin, slaves to righteousness.