As a child I saw a bird.
It's wings were fresh and new,
it's desire, flight.
but it lay in the nest shaking,
too young to fly.
I saw the bird a second time.
A little older and wise in my own eyes.
It lay in the nest trembling
afraid to fly.
I saw the bird a final time
Wisdom clasping hands with age.
The bird that had never flown
simply died that way.
-end.
I hear you asking why here and why now? See my post about NOT making my little toy goal and that DH LET me buy toys for Christmas and some to sell (have a little stock on hand) but I am not sure I got the order in on time. I have so many dreams i'm afraid to shoot for right now (not toy related in the least) and I'm trying to work up the courage to try to fly. So I am publically reminding myself that I have got to try.
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"For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord...."
Answering the phone when it rings is a neccessary means to the conversation.
Get out there and fly a bit. You'll get banged up as heck, but you'll elevate yourelf in the process and see some mighty nice glimpses of heaven.
Fly little birdie, fly!
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