With thanks to the David Attenborough Fans Facebook page for the inspiration
Consider the swift.
I'm not talking about people who can run quickly. I'm referring to the bird.
The swift is a superb flyer; sleeping, eating, bathing, and even mating on the wing. They are the fastest birds in level flight, with an impressive top speed of 69mph. Late April to mid-August, they live in the UK, but spend their winters in Africa, migrating 3,400 miles twice a year.
If you ever see a swift lying on the ground, wings spread as if ready to fly...don’t be anxious. It isn't necessarily injured or dying.
It’s a creature of the sky that has accidentally found itself in a place where it’s challenging for it to take off on its own.
Its short legs and long, slender wings make it extremely hard to lift off from a flat surface.
All it needs is for you to gently lift it; just a little, in an open palm...
And it will fly...on its own.
Sometimes, people are like that.
We aren't deathly ill or fatally depressed. We don't need anyone to "fix" us. We just need someone to express some faith in our abilities. We just need someone’s hand to lift us up to where we can get our bearings.
A quiet “I’m here” to encourage us for a moment — until we feel the wind beneath our wings again.
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Truth is...This is just one more reason I'm happy to hear Jesus say, "I am with you always."
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