I don't usually post but thought I'd share this with you all, it touched me when I read it.  It's a poem called Broken Wings.

I once had dreams of soaring like an eagle strong and free.
My world would have no limits and the sky would belong to me.

I visioned a world of beauty, which I could view from above.
There would be no pain or sorrow, only happiness and love.

Such thoughts were very lofty, for one so young as I,
but I knew that God existed o'er the clouds up in the sky.

If I could just fly high enough, maybe someday I would see,
my Lord, my God, my Creator, the one who inspired me.

But as my life unfolded, my dreams slowly went astray.
I felt that God had left me and there was no reason left to pray.

How could life treat me so cruelly?
Doesn't God see these terrible things?

How had I gone from an eagle to simply
a bird with broken wings?

Suddenly the Lord appeared before me
and with a twinkle in His eye,
said, "Now that I've shown you how to fall,
I can teach you how to fly!"

by Ray Schmitt