Yesterday I shared my weariness of being on this road I’ve been walking. I loved your comments because they echoed my own heart.
Last Friday I was standing in our kitchen at work with another lady. We watched as a baby bird enthralled with trying to jump on a window ledge. He didn’t quite have the spring in his little bird legs to get up there. A few moments later his momma came with what we quickly learned was a big juicy worm.
She flew down and attempted to give him the worm, but it was too big for him to eat. She flew back up to the safety of the tree that shadowed him and did her best to make it more manageable. Flew back down to the grass but it the worm was still too big. She darted back up to the branches.
God is forming me. Molding me. Preparing me. He requires growth out of me before I can take on what He has for me. If He were to force the future on me I’d spiritually gag, and rely on myself.
Though this journey is long I’m thankful that He isn’t force feeding me.