A bird flew in

As I was praying this morning, and thinking what I should write about, a baby bird flew right through my balcony, through the door, right into my lap.
I was startled and instantly jumped out of my chair.
I was able to help the little bird out on the balcony without touching it (I was afraid to harm it).
Around an hour later, the mother bird came to the balcony, and found it.
This hit me as such a vivid image of how God is with us.
When we are lost, he sets out and searches for us, until he finds us.
Though we feel alone, he is there seeking us.
Though we leave him, he finds us and does not leave our side.
We might be too weak to fly, too hurt, too fragile, our wings still need strength,
but He comes by and models for us how to strengthen our wings.
He flies and comes back to show us how to fly.
And in the end,
when we have enough courage and strength to jump,
we soar with him like eagles.
Heavenly dad,
strengthen my wings that I may fly with you.
Amen