I have finally been given a chance to finally reconcile with my past and move onward. I'm excited about the prospects of it.
Life is ok. It's ok. The wings are a little troublesome, but things are ok. I bought a new belt yesterday. It's long enough for me to completely pull them in, and hold them in place. That way, I can actually wear a normal t-shirt.
Please, God, Give me the strength to push on when I could not, and let me stand up against the torrent of stone that flows from the mouths of my enemies. Help me to realize that sometimes lies hide in the most pure truthes. Just as wings lift me up, lift me up with you, and carry me in your grace. I am a prodigal son, and I am so glad that you have accepted me back again and again.
On Angel's Wings,
RFeathers