The Year I learned to Fly

Gut, ungelesen, leichte Spuren

With great delight, I share these personal glimpses of my aerial adventures with you.

I have found the immutable love of God in mysterious, magical, and imaginative little places that have changed my life.

I wish that as you read, your wings will begin to flutter, and you take to the sky.

Once you have ridden the wind, it isn’t exciting to write about earthbound things.

The sky is my home. It’s the loving lap of my Father in his heavenly throne room. I’ve been placed here by nail-scarred hands holding me now, even as I write. I’ve sat here under his wing, feeling his warmth, hearing his heartbeat, and listening to him tell me his endless whispers of love until my wings began to flutter. I’m learning to live from his opinion of me.

I hope you sense his nearness and enjoy your ascent. Fly carefree and unfettered by anything earthly, and most of all, live loved.

k.A.