I was driving home the other day and all of a sudden a
really large bird swoops down in the grass to the side of my car and grabs a
snake. It seems effortless. The bird never stops flying. It just rises in front
of my car and flies away with its prize tightly grasped in its claws. I am
certain this thing happens all the time but very few times have I witnessed
such a feat in person. There were several thoughts that ran through my mind.
The first being, “Dang that bird has a snake!” Followed by, “Dumb bird you
better fly or I am going to take you and your bounty out with this car.” But
those thoughts aren't very inspiring so on to the “meaty” thoughts. I thought
how I want to be the bird. I want to focus in on my goals, dive wholeheartedly
into them and then glide off into the horizon with my tangible sense of
accomplishment grasped tightly in my hands. However, I think more often than
not I feel like the snake. Going about my day none the wiser to the talons
about to carry me off into something completely different than what I had
planned. Now if we follow that snake it is more than likely headed for a brutal
ending and praise God my life doesn't feel quite so certain for doom. But I
want to be the bird not the snake. The predator; not the prey. The thing is
that we don’t become the bird without some effort or some driving force. No
matter how easy it appeared to me, it didn't just happen for that bird. There
was something driving her. Hunger maybe or a need to provide quite literally
set that bird in motion. What can I do today to set things in motion? What can
you do? Am I doing something to “go after” things or am I just allowing things
to happen? Don’t be the snake!
I am sitting in my bed typing with tears streaming down my face and snuggling next to my sweet baby girl. It has been a difficult morning for my momma's heart. Chelsea has been diagnosed with Epilepsy . She has been having what seemed like a slight tick for almost a year and they have become more frequent and been joined by moments of pure catatonic state that last about 30 seconds. I brought up the tick with the pediatrician at her 18 month well visit but he said given her age we should just watch it and take note. Then about two months ago when we were traveling to celebrate my grandpa's 80th birthday Chels had a convulsing seizure. It was to date the worst day of my life. The seizure was accompanied by a fever and the medical team at the hospital felt confident it was a febrile seizure . Which if you don't know 1 in 10 children experience before the age of 2. My brother had experienced this when he was little and given the fact I was 16 at the time remember very clearly
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