I felt deserted,—wandering about determined to survive, yet aimless until He encircled me and gave me life.  He cared for me and guarded me.  I felt the Holy Spirit enter me and simultaneously lightened and enlightened me.

Fragile and so afraid, He ruffled my feathers.  He put me in places that I would not have chosen.  He stirred up my comforts and took the warm fuzzy carpet from under me.  Each time I fell, He picked me up and again removed the carpet from under me.  In time, a long time for me, I learned to maneuver my wings.  In time, a very long time, I learned to fly.  As long as I was watching Him and following Him, my flight was safe and on course.  But whenever I looked away, I fell, crashed and by His Grace, not burned, but learned.

My goal is that He alone guide me.  I find still that I look away, going off in my own direction.  I see that I am still easily enticed, maneuvering from course.  I find whimsical lures, temporal little pleasures, still a little god to me.  I recognize the god of pride too, as a major block in my heart.  And so I pray, right now, for the Lord alone as my guide and that there be no foreign god with me.

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