You held me safe and warm, like an egg in a nest, until I was ready. But you had plans for my life. They involved leaving the nest. Where I will still rest in your hands.
Are you in the nest phase? The flying phase? Is it bright and sunny outside? Is there a storm? Either way, he has a plan and he’s working it out. Not abandoning you.
What evidence do you see of his hands around you? Do you know his plan yet, or are you waiting, trusting him not to abandon you?
Take a few moments and journal, sing, paint, take a picture or dance about that. Or all of the above.