The idea of flight is extraordinary. Freedom. Soaring. Gliding. Uninhibited. Without boundaries.
When I was younger I used to sprint in the fields, hoping, almost believing, that I could fly. Pumping legs, thrusting arms, leaning forward for takeoff. For a few brief moments, my feet left the ground. I soared, be it ever so slightly, among the winged beings that tasted flight.
It was exhilarating.
Yet for me, wings can also mean flying beyond my boundaries. Flirting with discontent and wanderlust. My restless heart yearning to explore the riches beyond, but perhaps failing to notice blessings around me.
“I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.
I would flee far away
and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm.” – Psalm 55:6-8
Sometimes, I need to rest in the storms of life.
I need to breathe for a moment, and remember that He has placed my boundary lines in pleasant places. It is difficult to accept this harsh reality, that we each have boundary lines. My energy is not limitless. My resources are not unending. My talents are capped.
But can this caged bird find his voice? Can I sing within these boundaries? While there are limits, they are vast within Him. I have room to spread out, to explore, and to grow. I can fly above this valley. I can soar in the clouds. I can follow migratory paths that He has ordained.
When I choose contentment, I can fly AND be at rest, simultaneously.