SPONSOR: www.linkedin.com/in/joseph-joe-ledford-03407421/ PS 146: Praise the Lord, my soul! The LORD keeps faith forever, secures justice for the oppressed, gives food to the hungry. The LORD sets captives free. The LORD gives sight to the blind. The LORD raises up those who were bowed down; The LORD loves the just. The LORD protects strangers. There were these two little sparrows trapped in my garage the other day. Not because I ensnared them. Nor because I detained them. Trust me when I say I had no desire to hold them against their will. The door was open and they flew in. Then, couldn't figure out how to get back outside. Period. They squawked. They squeaked. They chirped. They flitted about from the top of the door to the attic stair compartment rope to the top of the refrigerator to the spokes of the rake to the door opener light to the push broom to the car roof (where each naturally deposited droppings). And so on and so forth. FOR.THREE.HOURS. The fact that they visited was cute. The fact that they stayed so long began to ruffle my feathers. I had places to go, things to do, garage doors to shut. Which was one of the tactics I employed in trying to free them of their self-imposed prison, mind you. Slowly and gently, I tried raising and lowering the door ... coaxing them out softly with a broom ... guiding them in calm, dulcet tones. "Come on, guys" ... "The door is WIDE open" ... "You found your way in" ... "YOU CAN DO THIS!" I cheered. Nuthin'. After much sighing, I finally gave up and went in the house. The birds not only continued their song of despair -- but recruited some pals OUTSIDE the garage who sang their own terrible tune. Also, they tried to kill me by dive bombing my head while I was attempting to show my afternoon guests the way to freedom. I swear! Shudder. And then suddenly, without any ado, there was ... silence in the garage. Somehow, someway, their tiny brains finally clicked and they flapped the hex on outta there. It got me to thinking about how humans can be just as oblivious to a door wide open before them. What does that door mean and why is it so hard for us to find our way through it? Hmm. A sign to be more receptive to my surroundings? Encouragement toward a willingness to take a leap of faith on an exciting new opportunity? A nudge toward dogged (or feathered?) determination in the face of what seems like a huge challenge? Maybe. Then again, maybe I should just keep the garage door down. #HaveFaith #NeverGiveUp #ShootForTheStars #YouGotThis #Pray #Peace
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