I spent much of my life without having a center. Although I was raised Catholic, as soon as I was out of the house I was out of the church. Now, there is a lot of freedom in being released to do whatever you want, but there is also a lot of bondage. If there is no reason to live a good life, why are we here? If we aren't here to help one another, instead of hoarding what we have, what's the point? I mean really - - the richest guy wins? Or the man with the most toys wins?
Somehow, in His goodness and mercy, God pulled me out of what I thought was an okay life. Not great - single parenting, special child, not lots of money (not really any). I seemed determined to live out my days in an apartment until I ended up in an assisted living facility. Lot to look forward to, isn't it? Then I happened across this line of Scripture:
5 LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup;
you have made my lot secure.
6 The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
It is out of Psalm 16. I can't tell you why it lifted my spirit, but it did. There were boundary lines out there! I didn't have to feel alone, or dejected, or worry about crossing the line. The Bible had everything I needed to know to live a rich, fulfilling life.
Thanks be to God, for saving me.