So discouraged. Head in hands. I haven’t seen the sun in weeks. It’s just cloudy skies day after day. I feel stuck inside this small room that confines me.
Where is the sunny sky, and how do these skinny arms transform into wings?
When is it my turn to fly?
I sit on the wooden box, my only piece of furniture in this cement box of a room and read.
I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.
And a glimmer of sun – Is it? Peeking through the clouds?
I go outside, for the first time in weeks, to look up at the sky and get a closer look. I shield my eyes now, for the sun shines with unstoppable radiance through the clouds. The sun reaches EVEN ME.
And I am pierced to the heart with this light that illuminates my chest and then expands upward and downward as I stand, mesmerized, as the sun peaks more and more of its light through the clouds that reluctantly part.
Is that hope I sense on the horizon, too? My heart stirs a little at the sight of something blurry, something I can’t quite bring into focus past the horizon. (Have you looked yet beyond your horizons?)
In your great love revive me . . . I see the limits to everything human, but the horizons can’t contain your commands
I am warmer now, and I take off my sweater.
The sun’s rays, which are even brighter now, moments later, seem to warm me from the inside out.
Forget about what’s happened; don’t keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I’m about to do something brand-new. It’s bursting out! Don’t you see it?
The clouds part further, making room.
I reach deep, deep into my heart and pull out the weights that hold me to the earth.
I’ll take that, I sense the wind whispering.
Pile your troubles on God’s shoulders
And I feel an itch, now, and the urge to scratch at my back is almost unbearable . . .
The old skin falls off.
You’ll be changed from the inside out
And as I rest outside now, in the sun, my wings warming in the spring air, I feel almost enough hope to flap, flap my wings, as they dry here in the sun and then . . .
Do I have the courage to try them out?
Do you?
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar
One species of dragonfly lives underwater for more than five years.
Yet some dragonfly species live only for a few short weeks on land.
Yet in this short time, dragonflies are a keystone species, meaning they play a crucial role in the health of their ecosystem.
And so, why do you, too, friend, love dragonfly décor?
- He is calling, calling you to more. Can you hear Him?
- There is a new season for you, too. Can you feel it?
- It matters to the ecosystem around you that you make the transition. Do you sense it?
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Photo Credits: Parting Clouds by Marieke Verhoeven on Unsplash, Horizon by by Lucas Davies on Unsplash, Dragonfly Alive by Buddha Elemental on Unsplash
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