So, I’ve written lately about animals coming to me, and finding the meaning in them. I’m sure a lot of you are rolling your eyes. I have to admit it is hard for me, who is nothing if not a logical and rational thinker, to believe what I am seeing. The events of late have filled me with a knowing that I cannot shake. My spiritual side has been awakened, mainly because I’ve been in one of the hardest places of my life, and I had nowhere left to turn but faith. I’ve spent a lot of time in prayer, and meditation, and affirmation. I’ve reached out to my angels, because I now know without a doubt that we all have them, and that there are few accidents. Therefore, it wasn’t that suprising to me when my dear new friend, the hawk, joined me for my journey to take Sugar Biscuit and drop him with his aunt. It was hard to leave him, because I knew he wouldn’t understand, and it would be hard for him. I also believed what I had received in an email lately, that said “In order to get what you want, sometimes you have to let go of what you have”. So, I dropped him off, and I cried, and I tried to enjoy the weekend with no little kids, and focus on my husband and son.

Sunday, I left around lunchtime to go get SB. I headed out, and saw a hawk. And then another. And another. Hawks were swooping down from the sky, and lining the road, watching me pass. This happened five or six times on the way there, and several on the way back. It was the most profound spiritual experience of my life. I have no doubt that we are being protected, and those birds (who by the way, represent protection, being watched from above, and guardian angels) were sentinels on my journey. I felt an overwhelming sense of well being, and peace, and comfort. I know that I am going to be okay. I’m thinking that maybe the voice I heard in my head that said “this is your son” the moment I first laid eyes on Sugar Biscuit, might have been an angel, or God. It’s possible that he may not be mine forever, but he is for right now. The gifts of grace and comfort and patience I’ve received, and the joy of finding my own way to God, have been worth every heartache, every tear. I wouldn’t change a thing. I am profoundly, deeply grateful for what this child has brought to my life. He is truly a gift, and I am humbled.