Just suppose you're in a really dark place... you're desperate, you pray, you feel totally lost. Then out of nowhere, a single white feather drifts right in front of you! For me, that was a little sign of hope, a bit of light when I needed it most.
A friend who doesn't believe in that sort of thing said it was just a coincidence, a random thing. And you know, that's okay too! The point isn't really where the feather came from... it's what it meant in that moment. The feeling it gave me. Both ways of seeing it are valid, and that's kind of beautiful, isn't it?
