Birds of a Feather

I was headed down the driveway this afternoon on my way to the grocery store (which seems like an everyday occurance)  I saw this beautiful bird flying in front of my car.  It was just a few feet in front of the car.  As soon as the thought of it's beauty came to my mind this huge hawk swooped down and plucked it right out of mid flight.  Feathers were going everywhere.  I hit my breaks, and couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.  As suddenly as it happened, they were gone back into the trees.
 I sat there for a minute, and the thought occurred to me how often does this happen to us?

 You know there we are just going through life minding our own business when something/someone swoops down and plucks us right out of mid air.  A crisis, a devastation, an interruption that disrupts our whole world. 

When this happens we often submit to the hawk that has us in it's claws.   We let the hawk drag us into the darkness of the forest.

But shouldn't we fight with everything that we have and let the hawk know we are still alive?  Shouldn't we send up a distress signal to all who love us to come fight with us and for us? 

How the interruption effects our lives is based on the choices we make while in the clutches of the one that wants to see us give up, give in, and ultimately be defeated.

But if we trust in the one that will always fight for us and with us we will have victory----every time!!
What a peaceful feeling......