"Show me Your strong love in wonderful ways, O Savior of all those seeking Your help against their foes. Protect me as You would the pupil of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings as You hover over me." Psalm 17:7-8

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Night Flight

I’ve not written lately except a few desperate pleas for help and deliverance hastily scribbled, faith quivering like frightened bird.  Terrified dove, am I, flying blind, mounting storm blackened skies, Your good plans unfolding, leading me deeper into realms of steadfast love from which nothing can separate.  I’ve doubted, though my heart knows better – for my heart knows You.  Forgive me, Lord.  You warned before I took wing to hope and not doubt.  So sweetly You assured You had me covered forever.  Helpless bird flying in shadow of Almighty, safe against eternal breast, tucked under downy pinions, shielded from harm.  Wings spread wide and confident I took off in Your shade, believing this flight would look and feel different – “Mother Teresa-ish” minus Calcutta, perhaps.  Week two of new job, sky turned ominous enveloping me in disorienting pitch.  Enemy taunted, “You’ve been tricked!!”  Romantic view evaporated.  Despair.  Panic assailed, agonizing questions surfaced, tears rained heavy, and guilt and shame joined to torment.  Diving low, wailing, groaning, drowning out still small voice of comfort, tiny carrier of love of God remained airborne, supported by updrafts of grace. 

Then Son rose compassionate glowing behind billowy veil, and flight-weary bird caught glimpse of gold, hope winked lid of silver cloud.  Beloved dove took courage, and determined to snuggle deep into Abba’s down, trust, rest, and enjoy predetermined flight plan.  Striving ceased and dove again knew, knew God.  Good God, Constant Dad, patient and adoring, fielding accusatory questions of immature child, calming anxious heart, teaching little one to fly securely anchored only to Him.  Hope wins again, and again, and again!!

Anchored Beneath His Wing,
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1 comment:

  1. You do have a way with words. This is a God given talent. You are blessed. Thank you for blessing others.