Is it by your understanding that the hawk soars,
Stretching his wings toward the south?
Today, I looked out my back window and saw a red shouldered hawk in the misty rain.
Taking my camera out into the back yard, I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I sought to photograph him.
I have come to recognize their call, as it is distinct and loud.
Beautifully marked with an array of patterned colors in their feathers, they seem to project a stateliness as they perch.
God has made thousands of creatures, both great and small.
Each one is to His perfect liking.
I watched the hawk fly down to the ground and back up again.
The rain was increasing, so I finally left him to welcome the evening without me.
God tells the hawks what to do–where they should fly, how to build a nest.
It’s not by my understanding.
There are times when I don’t understand how God is working in my life or the lives of others, but I know that His ways are not my ways.
I am limited.
He is limitless….