A couple of weeks ago I woke on a Saturday morning to a quiet house...a good thing. I forced myself up out of bed looking forward to that first cup of coffee and quiet time...time to be with the Lord, time by myself..to think, plan, and dream.
I wandered into the boys room just to look at them and offer a prayer of thanks that they were still sleeping only to find John Jay not in his bed. At first I thought he was just up already somewhere else in the house. Then my thoughts went to maybe he had fallen asleep somewhere else like the couch. It was not long before I realized he was not in the house. With it being only seven am, I knew he was not outside playing.
A feeling of urgency came upon me as I found the front door open. I reminded myself that we live in the country. There were many nights I had fallen asleep and left my front door opened. I would never make it as a city girl. I am convinced that because Granddaddy lived in this house and ministered to this community for twenty plus years, that my house is surrounded by angels and we are protected from harm.
My first thought was that John had to be next door at the Doyles. He must have gone over to play a game system with Dusty after I went to bed. So I proceed next door, up the back steps to peer into the windows where the boys would be but can't see a thing. By now I have their pixie dog barking hysterically while my objective had been to try not to disturb my neighbors on the weekend. It was too late. My friend and neighbor Debbie had awakened to reassure me that John was there. She had questioned him when he came over that late but trusted he was honest about my knowing he was there. I told her to send him home the minute he awoke.
I walked back to the house with mixed emotions but most of all anger that my morning time was interrupted and John Jay had acted so disrespectful and without consideration of anyone other than himself. I relaxed with my coffee at the kitchen table and had just opened my bible when he walked through the door. Everything in me wanted to lash out screaming at him for the trouble he caused.
From somewhere deep within me, calm and peace resided. Maybe because I now knew he was safe...the most important thing to me. He sat down at the kitchen table with me. A rare time for the two of us to be alone. I shared my concerns with him...the panic I experienced when I realized he was gone and I could not find him.
The story following began spilling from me: I asked John if he remembered David from the bible...what did God say about David...David was a man after God's own heart. I reminded John that David was a regular man who made alot of mistakes; yet, God continued to speak favorably about David.
I retold the story of David and Bathsheba from 2 Samuel chapter 12...how David as king saw her bathing on a rooftop and sent his servants and took her for himself. All the time her husband Uriah was fighting valiantly for David and his country. David's infidelity found Bathsheba pregnant. Rather than confront her husband Uriah with truth and seek forgiveness, David tried to cover up his lie. He brought Uriah home from battle encouraging him to sleep with his wife so the child would appear to be Uriah's.
However David is unprepared for Uriah's sense of loyalty. Rather than enjoying the time with his wife he slept on David's mat outside the door until David returned him to battle. One would think David would now be ready to fall on his face and confess but no....he sends his soldier back to battle with this message for his superiors...Place Uriah on the front of the battle line knowing this would surely bring death to Uriah. The remainder of the story includes Uriah's death, David's marriage to Bathsheba and the death of their child. David realizes the baby is taken as a result of sin and is then free to once again worship His heavenly father.
After David's journey through this sinful act, continued deceit, and unfathomable consequences of his sin, these are David's own words about His God: "The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places." Psalm 16:6. David knew and believed God was for him and only wanted fullness of life for David. David knew God's ways were best.
I continue to share with John Jay that the boundaries God gives us are pleasant because God has our best interest in mind at all times.....He is not interested in handing down lots of rules that if we don't measure up to He discards us. No, He loves us enough to let us make our own mistakes, make things right with Him, and embrace the same truth that David did: Your boundaries fall in pleasant places. Although should we choose outside the boundaries God has given us, there are usually unpleasant circumstances to deal with. John Jay faced those that day. But my love for him was unwavering as is God's.
Consider these boundaries: Do not commit adultery. When one crosses this boundary, the pain permeates relationships and lives of both families that bring life long consequences.....a very unpleasant place. But if one embraces the boundary believing God is for him and for his good, the individual finds himself in a much more pleasant place.
Our boundaries as parents need to be pleasant as well.....not too controlling....but not an anything goes environment either. As we grow up in Christ, learning more of His word and His character, we are able to flesh that work out in our homes modeling the grace. forgiveness, and love of Christ.
I had to wait 18 years to hear it but during Lawren's graduation she made the following statement...."When it is no longer a burden but a privilege to be home by 11 because that's the curfew your parent has given you"....she was pointing to a relationship with God rather than rules.
Can you say that the boundaries for you fall in pleasant places? If not, ask God to show you His goodness, love, and mercy toward you which manifest through His boundaries for you. He loves each of us so much that He wants to protect us from living outside the boundaries in order for us to most fully enjoy all He has for us in this life.
Can you say, like David,
" Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure. The boundary lines for me have fallen in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. " Psalm 16:5-6
I did not enjoy walking through this hard place on this Saturday morning but I am so thankful for these two things: first, God is so faithful. When you need a word to share pointing someone to truth, He is faithful. Secondly, God is protector. He cared for John when I could not. He cares for each of us as well.
How have the boundaries in your life fallen in pleasant places?
