When Wings Fail

Today in church, the speaker (probably in her mid-20's) told of how she moved to Wenatchee from Alaska when she flew out of the proverbial nest. Matt leaned over to me with the visual of a bird that spread it's wings to soar only to get plucked out of the sky by a precisely-aimed rock. Sad. The poor little bird's flight was cut short and so Wenatchee is all she'll ever know of the "outside" world.

Now, despite feeling that ole Wenatchka is where we should be, it's hard sometimes not to feel like we too got robbed of our chance to soar. But instead of wallowing, we're trying our very best to just giggle at images of falling birds.