There is a small crepe myrtle tree outside the window of my home office. The other day I watched a bird build a nest in it. I was impressed at how patient and hard working she was. One twig at a time. Later that day a strong wind and rainstorm kicked up and destroyed much of her work. Undaunted, she began again, hunting for a twig, bringing it to the nest, and twisting it into place. She had a mission, a purpose, a job to do. Something she was meant for. She would lay her eggs there and do her part for the next generation.
I couldn’t help thinking, if only all of us had that kind of clear definition as to our purpose, our mission on this earth. And what incredible things we could accomplish if we all worked relentlessly toward the goal. When adversity strikes, we could find the strength to just pick ourselves up and keep going.
The power is out there. We just need to ask for it.