The Lines Have Fallen to Me in Pleasant Places

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Published on March 13, 2017

By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer

When we bump up against life’s fences, do we greet them with acceptance, or do we cry out at their hindrance and resent their delays?

Sometimes those fences are raised for our comfort or protection.

Without boundaries, bridge-walkers could fall, cattle would stray, and lines of responsibility grow dim.

In the physical world, clear limits keep us on the right side of the protective yellow line.

In our emotional lives, boundaries allow us to say, “No, that is enough.”

Even the sea is prevented from surpassing the shore, and the sun and seasons know their limits.

May we too acknowledge the boundaries set before us, offering thanks to the One who knows just how much we can handle, and how to keep us safe.

Psalm 16:6

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