I am enamored by birds. I can't take my eyes off them when they fly...especially when they are all carpooling South. Fascinating... the strength, the freedom, the care-free living, the sense of community, the gracefulness. It's like they say to me, "Wanna come up here and join us? It's where freedom lives and worry loses its foothold. It's where Trust steps in, and Faith knows that the Wind is strong enough to hold you."
But, I have a splinter.
I didn't even realize it. I just knew my hand was irritating me, but got so used to the irritation that I never really looked down to see what was bothering me. It was on the side of my palm near my pinkie where I couldn't see it. When I did realize it though, I was too busy to stop and take care of it. So I lived with the irritation and the limitation. I figured it would work it's way out on its own. But, it didn't. I couldn't ignore it anymore. I had to stop and ask for help. It took two minutes for my husband to gently remove it. ahhhh... what freedom from something so small! That's how worry can be. (Or, really anything that bothers my heart can be.) It keeps me from flying. It's a constant nagging. It steals my joy and peace. I just need to slow down and let it be addressed. Then, I'm able to take flight and