When I was a small child, I wanted to fly like a bird. Taking branches of leaves, I would run as fast as I could and flap my arms like crazy. For a while, I actually believed I was flying. Thus was the faith of a child.
Now, sadly, I don’t run and pretend to fly anymore. I just watch my feathered companions from behind a camera lens.
As J.M.Barrie once wrote, “The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
― J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird
It’s time to dust off my wings, shake out my faith, and give it another go.
Blessed be :)