Occasionally, a bird will fall down our chimney in the summer and get trapped inside our great room wood stove. I heard fluttering from the stove and investigated. There in the darkness and ashes was a small bird trying to no avail to escape. I reached in and caught it. It struggled, its heart racing as I carried it out to the porch. It was a bluebird. I tossed it to its freedom and off it flew. It was the bluebird of happiness for me. I have learned from this experience that sometimes we find ourselves in a dark place with no apparent way out. Then, the hand of God reaches in, removes us from the darkness and releases us into the light. The bluebird didn’t say thank you, but its flight into the light was sufficient.
-Doc