I love the theme of Psalm 16 that says the boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. Surely I have a delightful inheritance.

It reminds me that in this life there are boundaries that guide us, protect us and some times place limits for us that need to be respected.

By nature, we want to push past these boundaries or, at the very least, ensure that no one imposes on our boundaries.

My friend recently bought a new home. Part of its charm was the beautifully landscaped yard. I felt concern when I saw a surveyor mark up the property with orange paint, indicating that the boundary lines were about 10 feet closer to the house than the previous owner had indicated.

When I told my friend of this she said, “Good, then there is less for us to mow.” When the owner of the adjacent lot said he would be cutting down the trees on this strip of questionable ownership my friend responded, “Just make sure they fall your way.”

I want to embrace this response and make it my own. I don’t need to protect every square inch of my physical or emotional land.

I have a delightful inheritance.