God of promise,
You drew the lines of the land Yourself
from the wilderness of Zin
to the shores of the Great Sea,
from the Jordan’s flow
to the heights of the mountains.
Every border was marked by Your hand,
every boundary chosen by Your wisdom.
Your people did not guess or grasp
they received.
Lord, teach me to trust the boundaries You set.
So often my heart longs to stretch beyond,
to take what is not mine,
to wander where You have not called me.
But You are good in what You give,
and wise in what You withhold.
Remind me that freedom is not found
outside Your lines,
but within them.
Your boundaries are not chains
they are grace.
You appointed leaders from each tribe
to oversee the division,
to ensure fairness,
to preserve unity.
O God, give me such a heart for justice.
Let me not grasp for more than my portion,
nor envy what belongs to another.
Teach me to rejoice in my inheritance,
to celebrate the gifts of others,
to remember that all of us
are dwelling in land that is Yours.
Father, You promised real land,
real cities,
real homes for Your people.
And yet, all of this pointed beyond
to a better country,
a heavenly one,
a city with foundations
whose builder and maker is God.
Anchor my hope there, Lord.
Even as I thank You for the blessings of now,
let my eyes stay fixed on the inheritance to come,
undefiled, unfading,
kept in heaven for me.
So draw the boundaries of my heart, Lord.
Mark off what is holy.
Guard me from trespass.
Set my life within the lines of Your Word,
and let me flourish there.
When I am tempted to push past the edges,
remind me that blessing is inside,
not outside,
of Your will.
So today I rest secure.
The God who drew Israel’s map
has also written my days.
You hem me in behind and before,
and Your hand is upon me.
And in Christ,
my inheritance is sure,
my portion is safe,
my future is home.
In His holy name,
Amen.