I can waste what God has given me or not — my choice. For many years, I squandered my inheritance, wandering “out there” until I was a female replica of the prodigal son, desperate and hungry and living off scraps. My world looked beautiful materially but was, in actuality, a pig pen. Mercifully, God sent Jesus to lead me out into the Sonshine, which is where I now get to Live. Daily. My choice: pasture or pig pen. Chime in if you care to share!