Drawing the Boundary Lines of Blessed Life
5 Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup;
you make my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
When my husband and I first married, he was still in college and we were both working different hours. Looking back, I imagine the first years of our married life were a lot like many others first years. We were growing up, learning to live on our own, making decisions as a couple and paying our own bills.
We had dreams of what life would hold: a home of our own (we were living in my grandmother’s house), children, occasional vacations. I believed those years while my husband was in college and we were waiting for life to really start would last forever. Often I found myself frustrated by the waiting.
This year marks a decade since my husband finished college. God provided him with a job he enjoys that provides for us. We have two children and a house.
Yet I still find myself frustrated some days. Today is picture day at my daughter’s preschool. It’s dress-up in camo day at my son’s school. This afternoon we have karate and a soccer game. And pictures before the soccer game. Luckily the homework is light this week. But there’s still laundry to do and a kitchen to clean and, oh, yeah, my son has a cold. And I have a business to run.
We live a busy life, this life I dreamed about in those quiet nights in our little house while we waited for life to begin. This morning I read from Psalms “The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.” Pleasant places, indeed.