Some days I wish I could fly. I wonder what it would feel like to be an eagle, soaring high above the earth. When the pressure of life gets hard, I would spread my wings and take flight. Flying high above my circumstances, I would remain there until things returned to normal, or at least until I felt comfortable and able to handle life again.
But God did not give me wings to fly, at least not in the physical sense. He does, however, give me the ability to soar, with wings like eagles, to run and not grow weary, to walk and not faint.
I’ve been feeling weak, tired and spent. But God has been so lovingly and faithfully reminding me that I have no strength in and of myself. My strength comes from Him and Him alone. In my weakness, His power is made perfect.
So I wait. I wait for Him to come and gird me with strength. I wait for Him to pick me up with Him, so that together we might fly high above. And there above the circumstances that keep me weighted down my strength will return. I will be refreshed as I soar with Him.
They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength.
And when my strength has returned, I am free again to fly back to earth, ready to meet the challenges of another day.