I'm a weirdo...

Who loves to sit at the chicken pens and think. Hubs does too but he deserted me early today.
I started thinking about fences, barriers, and ultimately boundaries. This girl kept sticking her neck out of the fence to get something just out of reach. I thought: Ha! Not smart with all these heathen dogs around!
Then a little voice inside said: You do the same thing! It began to dawn on me that some things I view as a henderence might actually be protecting me, like this pen protects the chickens. The One  who has placed barriers around me loves me much more than I do chickens and means me no harm.
I will seek to be content.