I was tired this morning, but able to go out and run a couple errands. On my way home I was even more tired and wondering when I would have energy again. As I was getting on the highway, a red tailed hawk swooped right in front of me, talons extended as it landed on its prey on the other side of the barrier. I thanked God for the gift. Then, as I got closer to home, I had just passed the area where they nested this year, and saw another hawk on top of a light pole. I thanked God again and was reminded of the native American lore that I read a couple years ago: When you find a hawk feather, it means your loved one who has passed away is helping you. Today I found a whole bunch of hawk feathers attached to 2 hawks. As I was feeling particularly weak, I was happy to be reminded that we are in fact in the company of those who have gone before us.

I Found God today reminded that there are saints and souls helping me along.