I Am Christian
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 ft by 8 ft and open at the top, the bird , in spite of his ability to fly, will become a prisoner.
the reason is a buzzard will always beign a flight with a ground run of 10 to 12 feet. Without the space to run, which is his habit. He will not even attempt to fly.
But, will remain a prisoner for life in a small cage with no top.
Now the bat flies about at night. He can navigate by sound and is nimble and remarkable. However, put him in a topless cage with a completely flat surfaced floor. All he is going to be able to do is shuffle around, painfully unable to fly.
All he thinks he needs is the slightest of incline to jump off of or throw himself into the air and he would be gone in a flash.
Drop a bumble bee in to a jar. He will stay there till he dies. He will explore the sides at the bottom endlessly looking for a way out. Never finding it, till he destroys himself.
Sometimes we are much like The Buzzard, the Bat and the Bumble bee. Walking around painful and sad in prisons of our own making. Never looking up to God, saying a simple prayer, realizing the entire time we have the power to free ourselves.
Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up. May you be filled with faith, love and joy. God Bless
the reason is a buzzard will always beign a flight with a ground run of 10 to 12 feet. Without the space to run, which is his habit. He will not even attempt to fly.
But, will remain a prisoner for life in a small cage with no top.
Now the bat flies about at night. He can navigate by sound and is nimble and remarkable. However, put him in a topless cage with a completely flat surfaced floor. All he is going to be able to do is shuffle around, painfully unable to fly.
All he thinks he needs is the slightest of incline to jump off of or throw himself into the air and he would be gone in a flash.
Drop a bumble bee in to a jar. He will stay there till he dies. He will explore the sides at the bottom endlessly looking for a way out. Never finding it, till he destroys himself.
Sometimes we are much like The Buzzard, the Bat and the Bumble bee. Walking around painful and sad in prisons of our own making. Never looking up to God, saying a simple prayer, realizing the entire time we have the power to free ourselves.Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up. May you be filled with faith, love and joy. God Bless
By:
JennaR
Age:
46-50
,
Female
