God's will for a wing

 Every bird knows God's will for a wing

Falling becomes flying without thinking a thing

What's written on the heart, cannot help but sing.

Every bird knows God's will for a wing.        (Peter Mayer)

I sit here wondering at all my failures. I question my abilities to do Spiritual Direction. My questions never seem to be the ones that take the other deeper. I question my ability to be a hospice chaplain.  Is my hope for spiritual interaction driven by my own need? Or is my hope that the request for a chaplain is a hope for spiritual encouragement? Of course, then I must come back to what Spirituality is. 

It is all too complicated for the head to comprehend and sort through. Instead, what is it that is written on my heart? What if I sing those words and not worry so much about the words others (or myself) think I SHOULD sing? The head grows weary thinking such questions.

You too?

Let's make a deal. Let's spread our wings and see what happens!

blessings one and all!