Another Feather Falls

Man, what a long day! It was youth Sunday at our church. Since yours truly is the Youth Choir Director, piano player, creative director, ect... I was worn out.

At least everything went well. I did very well (no surprise) and so did everyone else. We got quite a few compliments. I like compliments...they feel good....

Of course, I had to return to reality. I had to come back to Boone. I had to be reminded of just how quickly things change.

I guess when a person's angel is no longer needed, their wings start to go. I should have known the day was coming, it's come so many times before. I'm sure it will just hurt a little while longer. Or will this be the one time from which my wings don't grow back? If I'm someone's angel...where's my angel?

Here I am. Still holding out my hand. Only now, my wings are tattered. The shine from my eyes dulled. My smile fading. And my arm very, very, tired....
~JL