Sitting on my back porch, looking at the fences and the flowers within. The boundary lines have fallen in pleasant places. Not just physically, but a lot of my spiritual life revolves around a set of physical enclosures these days because of the station of life I'm in. My heart is into Jesus, and my time and work go into a couple of adorable little kids that I can't by any amount of force or will separate my hearstrings from. They are happily entwined, and root me to a location and a path more than any job ever could. It's a calling, and it's an anchor. The Lord has been talking to me a lot about boundaries and springs lately - about being stationary and about His blessing flowing through that. Some verses: Psalm 104:9, and the ongoing verses about the water flowing out to be a blessing; Isaiah 58:11, where the sun-scorced places are the stretches of time and space when I don't have a whole lot of interaction other than what is in my house.
Jesus, lover of my soul, sees me as a garden enclosed (Song of Songs 4:12-15) - and yet fruitful, s of this little secret garden please Him. For that I am thankful, and can find satisfaction for my soul. I want him to be pleased.
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