When I stand before the waves I often feel like this little bird, small but safe. I think this is why the ocean (or any large body of water I can't see across) is my happy place. Some days, though, I feel like a scared, overwhelmed little bird who can't remember how to fly away. Like my wings aren't talking to my brain and I forgot that I could fly away before the powerful waves suck me in. I felt like that when I woke up in the middle of the night last night. I felt powerless and scared and completely overwhelmed by my perceived problems. Then I remembered to pray. I remembered that my wings are my prayers and I could use them to fly from danger and into a safer, happier place. It wasn't the instant relief I craved but it was a start...my path feels a lot less challenging today.
