Trust

A cerulean blue sky blanketed our sober living house in Monterrey as the wide-open French doors invited a small wren to fly into our living room. As I walked toward the window, the tiny bird flew directly into it. Unaware that a glass barrier isn’t penetrable, the bird began flinging itself against the window. Over and over, it frantically flew into the glass, thudding and bouncing, back and forth. As I reached to open the window to let the bird out, it fluttered more and more in its frenzy to get beyond the invisible barrier.