Welcome to LiveKite! | 
Flight
Thu, November 8th, 2007 @ 10:00PM
So, I?m sitting on my couch, and I?m just minding my own business. It?s been a casual afternoon and I?m enjoying the fact. It doesn?t happen often so I take every chance I get.
I have a huge front window; 5x5 tinted so when the sunset?s it doesn?t blind you. There?s a tree right in front of it beside the driveway, and when you look farther out you can see the road and the field, and even farther? the sunset. Every evening I get to see God?s beauty. It?s really very humbling.
Anyway, I?m sitting there and all of a sudden I here the *thud* I look at the window and all I see the air is feathers. Not one or two feathers but, eight, ten feathers. I look through the window and I see this poor little pigeon like bird laying on the ground, wobbly, and in no doubt, pain. So, I rush outside and pick him up, He didn?t mind a bit. He just laid in my hand, he?s head went back and forth, and his poor tongue just hung out of his beak. His little eyes, opened and closed so slowly, I thought he was in his last moments. I could feel his little heart beating through his chest this heart beat was so slow, I tried to gently pat him to try and help him get his rhythm back, finally his heart started to pace. I brought him inside, it was cold outdoors I thought a bit of warmth would do some good for the little guy. He seemed to be content sitting in my hand, he never wiggled, or pecked my eye out. He just hunkered down deep in my cupped hands cuddling in to the warmth. He knew he was safe.
Finally after about ten minutes I figured it was time to let him go. I stepped outside, and the bird sunk a bit more into my hands, the cold burst of air hit us both in the face, It took my breath away for a second, so I knew the poor bird had a problem. We walked around together for a bit, so he could get used to being back outside and finally I knew it was time to say good-bye.
I walk him up to the front yard, it?s a wide open space, I knew he would have plenty of room to take off and fly around, I gave him a air kiss on the top of his little head, and opened my hand? and he just sat there.
He looked back at me like I had four head because I was going to let him go. I raised my hand and gave him a bit of a bounce, didn?t faze him. He still sat there. I looked at him and gently stroked his wings, I whispered to him, basic comforts ? you can do this.? ; ?It?s ok, you were made for this.? ?Go on fly, don?t you want to fly?? And with the he gave his good-bye chirp, and flew away.
I?ve never been so blessed, to have such and in counter with one of God?s wild things. It was a humbling experience. It was then God spoke to me.
As I looked on, I had a chance to listen, ?look familiar?? That was it, so I had to think about the whole situation to finally get it.
How many times do we have to bang ourselves up against a window, and knock ourselves out to finally be picked up and put back into open skies? We?re most comfortable, when we?re warm and safe it easier for us not to move, but that?s not what we?re made for. We were made to fly.
I have a huge front window; 5x5 tinted so when the sunset?s it doesn?t blind you. There?s a tree right in front of it beside the driveway, and when you look farther out you can see the road and the field, and even farther? the sunset. Every evening I get to see God?s beauty. It?s really very humbling.
Anyway, I?m sitting there and all of a sudden I here the *thud* I look at the window and all I see the air is feathers. Not one or two feathers but, eight, ten feathers. I look through the window and I see this poor little pigeon like bird laying on the ground, wobbly, and in no doubt, pain. So, I rush outside and pick him up, He didn?t mind a bit. He just laid in my hand, he?s head went back and forth, and his poor tongue just hung out of his beak. His little eyes, opened and closed so slowly, I thought he was in his last moments. I could feel his little heart beating through his chest this heart beat was so slow, I tried to gently pat him to try and help him get his rhythm back, finally his heart started to pace. I brought him inside, it was cold outdoors I thought a bit of warmth would do some good for the little guy. He seemed to be content sitting in my hand, he never wiggled, or pecked my eye out. He just hunkered down deep in my cupped hands cuddling in to the warmth. He knew he was safe.
Finally after about ten minutes I figured it was time to let him go. I stepped outside, and the bird sunk a bit more into my hands, the cold burst of air hit us both in the face, It took my breath away for a second, so I knew the poor bird had a problem. We walked around together for a bit, so he could get used to being back outside and finally I knew it was time to say good-bye.
I walk him up to the front yard, it?s a wide open space, I knew he would have plenty of room to take off and fly around, I gave him a air kiss on the top of his little head, and opened my hand? and he just sat there.
He looked back at me like I had four head because I was going to let him go. I raised my hand and gave him a bit of a bounce, didn?t faze him. He still sat there. I looked at him and gently stroked his wings, I whispered to him, basic comforts ? you can do this.? ; ?It?s ok, you were made for this.? ?Go on fly, don?t you want to fly?? And with the he gave his good-bye chirp, and flew away.
I?ve never been so blessed, to have such and in counter with one of God?s wild things. It was a humbling experience. It was then God spoke to me.
As I looked on, I had a chance to listen, ?look familiar?? That was it, so I had to think about the whole situation to finally get it.
How many times do we have to bang ourselves up against a window, and knock ourselves out to finally be picked up and put back into open skies? We?re most comfortable, when we?re warm and safe it easier for us not to move, but that?s not what we?re made for. We were made to fly.
0 Comments | Add Comment
