Once there was a kite that loved to fly high. Nothing made it happier than to be caught in a stiff breeze that would send it soaring upward, far above the grassy meadows  below. It loved the feel of the wind and the far away view.

But gradually the kite became dissatisfied. Wouldn't it be  wonderful if it could fly even higher than its string  allowed? It could think only of sailing so high that the houses became dots far below, and it brushed against the clouds. So it tugged and tugged on the string, hoping to break free. Then one day the string snapped! For a moment the kite was ecstatic as it leaped skyward. But then it began to tumble and spin out of control, and soon it crashed to the ground below.

Unfortunately, we are sometimes like that kite. We wish to be free to do anything we like. But like that kite, we would crash.  Our string should always be in the safe hands of God.