This is mine. It is all that I have. You see those stones? They clearly stake out this small space that I can call my own. In this field, each row, each pebble, each spring of life matters. Yes, it is small but it is mine. All can see and mutually agree to the boundaries or so they say but I know that deep in the heart of man is a greed that often burns like fire…and I am just a girl and that is just a stone- a stone that can be moved.

They look at me and say, “There is no one else there to take up her case.” Do they not know? Have they not seen me walking through those fields? Each morning as the autumn sun rises and the fields begin to sway, I wander between the rows, but I am not alone. I walk with my Father. Hand in hand we walk as He assures me of the harvest to come. He is my Defender and in the face of the threats to steal, His heart rages with love and justice. “None will encroach on My daughter’s field. None will steal the very gift that I have given to My own.”
But our walk was shorter today. With each step, I see that the rows have diminished and the space is shrinking. Through tears, I look to Him. Does He not see? Silently, we walk on. It is written that those that move the stones will be cursed, but who will demand justice in the face of theft? It is the plight of fatherless. In silence, He remains. “Who will take up my case?” my heart demands. “Why does He not move the stone back to its place?” He stands still; He stands strong before me. Simply watching, still silent. My knees meet the ground of my ever-shrinking field. My face meets my hands, as they begin to catch the tears spilling from these eyes that only see defeat. In the silence, in the middle of that field, the silence breaks and He reminds me…
“I am Your boundary stone.”
Eyes caught by His gentle gaze, heart roused with relieving love, I rise with confidence that this is no longer the field of the fatherless. His words are trustworthy and true…
“Do not move an ancient boundary stone or encroach on the fields of the fatherless, for their Defender is strong; he will take up their case against you.” (Proverbs 23:10-11)
He stands. He protects. He claims and He demands what is His. Looking now I see that the ruling is in-“Why did He not move the stone back to its place?” Because He had something even better in store. The boundary lines have fallen in pleasant places for me (Psalm 16:5-7). He is my inheritance and with each day, these fields grow larger than I ever imagined.
“He’s not the judge, He’s not the jury. He’s the evidence.”
Traffic was heavy as usual. It is Chicago afterall, so why I found my self surprised is beyond me. I made my way into the loop of O’hare Int. airport and mindlessly drummed along on my steering wheel to the song on the radio. 4 years-it had been four years since we had seen each other. I had no idea what to expect, that is until I pulled up to terminal 3E and realized that my expectations were far too low.
s use is starting to show. However, it will not be seeing that closet shelf as often as it once did. No break this time; It is needed once again. My life has given me the chance to perfect the art of packing. I toss this and that into the bag like hundreds of times before. Do I have a tooth brush? check. Where are my shoes? Phone charger. check. Towels, shampoo, perfume…Everything is moving along with ease. The mental check list is getting shorter, but this time is different. I cannot plan what I am going to be wearing for the duration of my trip, because this is unlike any trip I have ever taken. I have no itinerary, no airline tickets, or driving directions. In reality the only thing I really know is the destination.