My Playpen.

Lord You have assigned me my portion and my cup; You have made my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. Psalm 16:5-6 (NIV)

Recently, one of my older sisters sustained a fall on the cement steps leading up to her front door. She’d just stooped to retrieve an Amazon package that’d been placed on one of the lower steps. Turning back toward the door, she mis-stepped and tumbled onto her side, fracturing her pelvis and elbow.

The fall necessitated placement of a screw in her hip at the line of fracture and a plate in her elbow. Post-op, she’s now confined to the first floor of her house and limited to use of a wheelchair to get around.

A successful career woman who doesn’t favor being confined anywhere, this experience has realigned her priorities and attitude toward things.

Her husband (my brother-in-law) prepped the downstairs of their two-story house to suit her so she could continue working remotely and still have access to food, water, and a bathroom.

Essentials, not luxury.

Once back home, she sent a sibling group text and light-heartedly referred to the entirety of the first floor as her “playpen”.

Made me smile.

Then it made me think.

Some see boundary lines around their playground and are at ease. Others edge to the boundary line, beg to see what’s on the other side for fear they’re missing out.

If God sees fit to confine me either literally or figuratively to specified boundaries, something the likes of a holy playpen, what’s my response?

Typically I’m all elbows (no disrespect to my sister 😏).

“But, God, I really need more –”

When God has provided ample portion to meet my need and set me inside firm boundary lines, but all I see are meager rations served within the confines of cinder block prison walls, Psalm 16 adjusts my perspective.

When God has provided ample portion to meet my need and set me inside firm boundary lines, but all I see are meager rations served within the confines of cinder block prison walls, Psalm 16 adjusts my perspective.

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The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. (vs 6)

Pleasant.

In response to ‘I want more’, He answers by giving me what I need.

It’s always enough.

And eventually I quit squirming within those boundaries and realize my portion and property is ample and deeply satisfying.


More of anything requires more of me to manage it.

On days when I’ve got nothing left to give this becomes problematic.

Remembering that God never scrimps on quantity or quality puts an abrupt end to any childish whining here within my “playpen”.

How do you respond to the pre-portioned cup and boundary lines He’s given you? 

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