God is magnificent; he can never be praised enough. There are no boundaries to his greatness. Psalm 145:3 MSG
I live here. In the margins, between the margins, and sometimes beyond them.
I write notes in the margins of my Bible. Scribble comments in the margins of a favorite book. Doodle in the margins when I’m bored.
There’s room to play here, in the white space of life, yet I’m constrained by the boundaries of the margins.
I know if I stray off the page, go over the edge, color outside the frame–I’ll mess up the furniture…and perhaps my life.