I walked through the meadow grass, remnants of summer brushing against my leg. Signs of autumn appeared with splashes of red and gold here and there, dotting the forest-scape like fire flies on a summer’s eve.
A red hawk soared above. His grace intrigued me as he yielded to the currents of the wind.
He didn’t resist the wind.
He seemed to stretch his wings farther, lean in, and allow the wind to carry him to new heights.
I want to be like that. I want to be so yielded to the Lord that I simply spread my wings, lean in, and trust Him to steer me on currents of His love and design for my life.
I wonder about something … do you suppose before I noticed the hawk soaring above me, he had waited on a sturdy branch high in the tree — waiting for the breeze that blows aloft? The breeze that allowed him to soar rather than flap his wings endlessly trying to get where he was going?
Could be. Probably so.
And if that’s the case, the difference-maker is in the waiting.
But those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him]
Will gain new strength and renew their power;
They will lift up their wings [and rise up close to God] like eagles [rising toward the sun];
They will run and not become weary,
They will walk and not grow tired. ~ Isaiah 40:31, AMP
Waiting on God — expecting Him to hear our prayer and meet us where we are.
Looking for Him through the fog of fear and doubt, by faith knowing He is there just as He promised.
Hoping in Him, for He alone is our sure place to rest our hearts.
Even though soaring is the fun part — what we long for — perhaps the waiting is where the reward is. In the waiting we see His beautiful face and find our reflection in His eyes. In the waiting we hear His delicate whisper speaking life into our barren and broken places.
And when it’s time and the wind is just so, we’ll feel Him cup us in His hands, lift us toward the sun, and set our wings to soar.