But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” – Isaiah 40:21 (KJV)
I am meant to soar above the ordinary and expected. I am designed to fly. It may not look like it when you look at me – but I am extraordinarily designed to launch into the possibility.
The more I choose to settle the more I will be challenged to change. God has no desire to see me settle. God did not design me to settle. I am called to be a peculiar person – of the royal priesthood – a joint heir with Christ.
But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light;” 1 Peter 2:9 (KJV)
That does not sound much like settling to me.
But it is my choice. I can choose to live in the settled life – mired down in the things of the world. I can choose to fly – to live in the blessed life designed by my Father.
I know what makes sense, but I look around and I see I am living (and somewhat comfortably I might add) right in the middle of settled. I have settled on my health. I have settled on my family. I have settled on my walk. I have settled on my blessings.
There are days when I look around and declare that “enough is enough.” I demand I quit settling and that I begin to soar. I even take steps to soar. It works for a season and then I am right back to settling because soaring is hard work.
The other day I watched as a hawk soared above the house. He had both his wings out and he glided around the air currents. Every now and then he would flap his wings to lift back up on an air current or maybe to switch air currents, but much of the time he was just soaring through the sky.
The other day I watched a sea gull fight her way across the lake. She was going against the wind and the flapping of her wings seemed to carry her in the opposite direction she was faced. She worked hard and got nowhere fast.
This brings me back to my “enough is enough” break through. Maybe I give up because I am facing the wrong way. Maybe if I turn into God instead of fighting against God I will finally get the movement that I desire.
I soar when I lean into God.
I have determined that soaring is the place to be – will you join me?