Fenced. Day 16.

     Now usually someone would look at a fence and think of cage, limits, lack of freedom and confinement. But recently I've realized that being confined can be a great blessing. Now my comparison of a fence in the simplest term is, parents. Since I was young I've been kept watch over as well as learned my rights from my wrongs. Now I can thank my parents for keeping me out of trouble and helping me get to where I am today, safely.
     Yea, this sounds cheesy and unoriginal, but honestly, I'm thankful.
     The one thing that concerns me is why can't God be like that sometimes. I mean He is when He asks us to be obedient, and that is our choice. But why do we have freedom of will? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy making choices, but at the same time, it is difficult to talk to the Creater of the UNIVERSE, and ask Him what he wants you to do after you sacrifice your life, and you recieve no answer.
     Do I ask for a fence, to cage me in so that my path is made for me, that is supposedly better then anything I could possibly dream for myself? Or do I look through the fence wanted to know what else is out there that I can't be part of?