“But those who wait for the LORD [who expect, look for and hope for 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 Amplified Version
This is such a beautiful verse! You know Jesus is the only expected person, He is our Hope. There is a great deal to be found within the text. But I chose the amplified version of this verse for one bracketed phrase [rising toward the sun]. We think of soaring into the sky for sure with the visual reference of the eagle taking flight.
But, on my mind today is the process, the continuum, the time of waiting, the in between. Rising, each of us transformed in one degree or another and so it goes on and on. And we can easily get caught up in the end result. Ok, try and stay with me here I am burdened to share this and I so want to get it right. Our perspective today was not what it was yesterday.
Since I was a toddler I was attracted to sunbeams streaming. I can vividly remember just wanting to touch the light on the floor in my bedroom. Of course, I could not grasp the source of the light at all, and I really wanted to try. Looking up was a challenge for this brown eyed girl, I have a tremendous light sensitivity. (still do, you will rarely see me without sunglasses outside) So there was and always is a lot of squinting and tearing up but never was I dissuaded away. No matter if it required wiping tears from my eyes I did not want to give up on looking that way or moving toward it. Even in what appeared to be a mess.
No matter what we go through it is about rising. Do not let anything tear you down, keep reaching for those sunbeams and looking for the light. Today is a bit of a spring melt down here. The snow banks are brown and yucky. I can choose to focus on what was pristine white to avoid thinking of the mud approaching or the new spring green everywhere and call only that beautiful. But without the muddy mess we would never get there, no beautiful ending. The mud , the “in between” is vital. In our mess we look and move toward what is Beautiful. The process, transitions, the transformation are still glorious.
I am circling back to thinking of our “Glorious Mess” charm. I was so attracted to that message and today it seems I have a new found appreciation. I pronounce that I am a glorious mess, are you? It is all good, you are okay. We are moving toward something and it is beautiful. Bring on the mud I want to discover the light in it!
Always going to God.
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