and my cup; You have made my lot secure.
The boundary lines have fallen for me in
pleasant places; surely I have a
She kept it for many years, the little pink dress that most certainly had been my first; even, most likely, my Christening gown.
I can picture it still: a frilly organza item trussed in embroidered flowers and lace, tucked securely in tissue among her treasures. It never lost her scent either - - a rare blend of Ivory & castile soaps; a hint of White Shoulders cologne.
I know, I collected it often to adorn my dollies, or to ponder the wonders of infancy; and on each such occasion she'd retrieve it - with nary a scolding word - to tuck it away among her treasures once again.
It's gone now; lost to that other era - the one of my childhood; and so is she.
None of it's forgotten, for now it remains among my own treasury.
February 21, 1948
I cannot don my birthday garb today without going there - the place of my birth - to give thanks for the boundaries that have allowed me to remain in a pleasant place.
It's true, that while I've forsaken their boundaries for even sturdier ones, what was given to me in childhood made the transfer oh-so much easier. It wasn't so much a forsaking of, but a completion in living securely.
In recent years my birth in 1948 has been especially precious to me given the other birth that year: The Nation of Israel. From dry bones to a fully en-fleshed body, they were granted new life in the most amazing, the most providential of ways. Their inheritance and mine is a delight; and in my heart they are forever connected.
What a lovely day to have been born - to be, and to have been loved - and to give thanks for all that is yet to come.
In Him, both my lot and my inheritance is secure!
The best awaits.
with eternal pleasures as Your right hand.