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.

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


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.

If given more I’d become overwhelmed by the vast acreage of the world’s “stuff” pretty quickly. 

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? 



  1. Stacey says:

    I love verse 6. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. Beautiful.

    • Mary Felkins says:

      I’d never really thought about what Psalm 6 was saying to me personally, though the verses I focused in on are familiar. It was good for me to ponder this for several days as I wrote. Thanks for stopping in, Stacey!

  2. I hope your sister is healing quickly. I like her attitude. God is sufficient. Thanks, Mary.

    • Mary Felkins says:

      Thanks Zoe. I do, too! Her recovery could take around 3 months they say. It’s been great to see her faith surface in conversation as a result.

  3. Carol James says:

    Thanks for sharing Mary. I love echo what Stacey said. I love verse 6, too. What a beautiful reminder of God’s perfect boundaries in our lives.

  4. Pamela says:

    This is a great reminder of God’s goodness and grace, Mary!
    Thanks for sharing
    Good luck and God’s blessings

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