Finding God’s Presence ~ But I Don’t Want to Wait. I Want to Soar. Now.
I walked through the meadow grass, remnants of summer brushing against my leg. Signs of autumn appeared with splashes of red and gold here and there, dotting the forest-scape like fire flies on a summer’s eve.
A red hawk soared above. His grace intrigued me as he yielded to the currents of the wind.
He didn’t resist the wind.
He seemed to stretch his wings farther, lean in, and allow the wind to carry him to new heights.
I want to be like that.
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