In my younger years, I was a frequent visitor to orthopedic clinics around the state of Minnesota. Without cell phones or iPads, the only thing to do in the waiting rooms was to listen. It was Dr. F. Dixon Conlin that said something that sticks with me still today. Up and down the hallway, he would walk his patients. Those who were ailing seemed to have one thing in common that he corrected again and again — Never look at your feet. I didn’t have the words or knowledge of what all that entailed, but I was certain that no healing, no progress of any kind, could be made while looking down. I was determined not to make the same mistake — I suppose I still am. 

I have painted countless birds that counsel from shoulder to head. But this woman, I could see it in her face that she already knew.  Her bird, her hope, was always mid flight. So this is what they mean by, “blessed assurance.” It’s written on her face. This quiet confidence. Not weighed down by doubt or arrogance. No need to stomp or trample when you know how to fly. 

I’m not always certain of my path, but I return her smile, and keep looking up.