He marked out their appointed times in history and the
boundaries of their lands. God did this so that they would seek him.
With temperatures in the 60s, nothing could keep me from
my walk that January afternoon. I circumvented cow pies and mud puddles as I traipsed
through the field and pasture on my way to the water’s edge. But when I arrived,
I was dismayed to find fence posts now dotting the landscape.
Why
would anyone want to put up a fence to restrict access to the bay?
