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Boundaries

The day is yours, and yours also the night;
you established the sun and moon.
It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth;
you made both summer and winter.

Psalm 74:16-17 (NIV)

I’m sitting here with my keyboard in my lap because the desk is too high. That is just one of the many changes that have occurred in my life in the last 10 days. I don’t know what it is about June, but it is a lousy month to move in Arizona because it is so hot. The day that the movers were there, I tuned off the air conditioning and it quickly registered 95 degrees in the house.

But we are now settled in our little rental home for the next six weeks of our “stacation” while we wait for our apartment to become available. One friend characterized it as “cute and cozy. Kind of like God is wrapping you in his arms.” And it does feel like that. It’s totally furnished so all we had to bring was our clothes, personal items, and Rusty. After the frantic race to complete the estate sale, move, and finish the closing on the house, I can just sit. God knew I needed a break before we begin the move and settling in to our next abode.

When I read these verses this morning, the word “boundaries” lit up. This move has tested and stretched me so that the knowledge that there is an end is reassuring. I have needed a boundary to show me when the old is complete and the new begins. It’s easy to run them all together but then fatigue and frustration hit.

God promises us that one season will end and another begin. We don’t have to worry that the cold of winter will be unending. That as dark as the night may be, morning will break forth as the dawn. When waiting becomes arduous, remember, God has His limits. I love the verse that parallels this: Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5.

So join me in a time of rest this summer. Enjoy small pleasures. Pay attention to your surroundings. Tomorrow will come.

“Morning Has Broken”
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dew fall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s re-creation of the new day

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the word

 

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