“What was that?”
My husband and I looked at one another. We had heard something hit the window, and we knew immediately.
We glanced out the window and saw a sweet little bird laying on our concrete walkway. He looked dead.
“I will go pick him up,” said my husband.
“Just leave him there for a few minutes, maybe he is just stunned,” I said with hope.
It did not look good for the bird. But my husband granted my wish, and waited.
Forty-five minutes passed by and the bird no longer looked dead, but had gotten into an upright position. He looked like he was bracing himself against a horrible wind, or terrible head ache.
“Did you see the bird?” I yelled into the other room.
Another hour passed before I could bring myself to look. He had vanished. He took to the sky, although I am sure with a serious headache or concussion.
Isn’t that just like life these days, especially 2020?
You have been knocked to the ground.
You gather your senses and get in the upright position.
God lifts you up to fly again.
You may have to fly without a loved one.
You may have to fly with a permanent disability.
You may have to fly with pain and sorrow.
But you fly.
With Christ’s hope.
“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.”
~Be Encouraged Today~Tammy