There are days that I wish I had wings and could fly. I would rise above the challenges of earth and escape into the clouds to hide among them. I repeat the words of the Psalmist and echo his longing. For some reason escape seems to be the path to rest.
Looking into the sky above Galveston Island, I watch the pelicans pass from east to west over the houses and beach. The waves roll endlessly onto the sand and people bake in the hot sun. The breeze ruffles the towels as the umbrellas wave in unison.
Maybe it isn't escape that was sought. The obstacles that loom large on land become different in flight. Funny how that vantage point can calm and bring the rest prayed for.
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