The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; You have made my lot secure. The lines of my boundary have fallen in pleasant places; surely my inheritance is delightful.
If you ever drive through the town where you grew up, years later, the shape of a familiar street can still make your chest go quiet and tight. You didn't pick that town or the house you lived in. Other unchosen things may sit alongside it, like a move halfway through school, a diagnosis, or a job that ended without asking you first.
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