A recent TV add for car insurance shows a chicken roaming freely across the Midwest and sending home photos of himself. Whoever came up with that idea is a creative genius.
Free-range chickens wander where they will. No cages, no coops, no confines, no constrictions. They are, in a word, free.
They don’t ride in boxcars, however, or sit round campfires, or send back ‘selfies’ to the farmer. They just range.
Freely. They peck holes in my tomatoes, dig up the onions, poop on the porch, and wander across the workbench in the garage, strewing tools and parts in all directions. Just ranging.
So I keep the garage closed, built a fence around the garden, and constantly shoo them out of the yard. There are some places they just can’t range. Not even freely.
I have noticed there are a lot of other things in this world that should not allowed to range freely either. Not all really bad things, cute really, in the eyes of the world, but destructive and distractive. They can not be allowed to range freely thru my life or across the top of my mind.
I’ve had to build a fence out of his Word to keep them out my life, shut up my mind to their wanderings, and often have to stop and shout out “Get thee behind me chicken.”
Can you relate?
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