For the last 4+ hours straight, this crazy female cardinal has been trying to fly through our window. She's not really hurting herself (I don't think) but she just keeps running into the glass over & over & over. It's kind of heart-breaking, (I wish the window had a screen on it & I'd open the glass!) ...and it's rather irritating, too.
I wonder if God feels this way about us, whenever we're floundering - whether we won't give up on something that's not working, or whether we see this reflection of what we think our lives should look like, and even though it's just a mirage, we won't stop trying to get it...even if we're bashing our heads in with each attempt.