Learning how to fly...

So my angel hawk has re-learned to use his wings, even though they are bruised and battered he (or she, i'm not really sure) managed to fly away yesterday. It was a little sad, but also very good, because it wasn't fair for a wild bird to be kept in captivity, but I was starting to like the little guy. Lol, however, I have gained another lesson from this interesting specimen though, no matter how hard you have been hit, it is totally posible to spread your wings and fly again. And if you don't believe the lesson from the bird, then believe it from me. Life has been hitting me pretty hard this last little while, but with all of your prayers and suport, I have made it through the bruises and although life is still painful, things are starting to look up. As of October 1st I will be moving out of my apartment and into a house (woo hoo!!) I got a raise at work, and I am starting to get to know a lot of people my age. I know to someone who doesn't really know a lot of what is going on, this might seem insignficant, but to me this is huge. I'm tired though, so I'll update again soon, but for now, it's time for bed. I'm excited to have a day off tomorrow, it'll be the first one that I haven't had anything to do in a while, even though I will probably find something to do (like pack for instance). Or maybe I will just rest all day (lol, decisions decisions) anywhoo, I'll catch ya'll at a later date. Have a good one, and I'll update again soon.

I asked for an angel....

and I got a hawk instead. Not that I'm upset about this, because having this little guy in my care these past few days has reminded me of how special God's creations really are. And every day that I wave meat infront of this hawks face and he hisses at me, I am reminded again of the delicate balance of life here on earth. One minute you are flying high and the next minute you are smoked by a semi tuck and not able to fly. Have you noticed that sometimes our lives are like that? Not literally, but in comparison, life doesn't always go the way we want it to go (and trust me this last little while my life has been a living testimony of this, although things are looking up now) I have felt unable to fly, but as I watch this little guy struggle to regain his rightful place in the air, I am reminded that one must keep trying. If you never spread your wings you will never be able to fly, and if you can only fly for a few seconds, there will be someone there to wrap you in a warm towel and put you back in the safety of your cage until the next morning when you can flap your wings again and each day get a little stronger. At this point in time, I am at the flapping stage, trying to make progress, but not really lifting off the ground, however that will change soon enough as I am moving into a house in October. It's funny how God works things out, I asked for an angel, and he sent it in the form of a hawk, so that I might better understand life's struggles, and have my life put into perspective. So the next time you feel like you have been hit by a truck, remember this blog, and keep trying to fly!