January 05, 2003

EVERYTHING UNFOLDS PERFECTLY

My wings are what I mean.

I feel as if I am floating, so I AM, not knowing which direction the wind is going until I look down at the planet I was born onto. Then I see the direction I’m moving in and it seems okay, it seems just right. Why fight it? Because that’s the way He is gently pushing me—towards the East I go. Silently, happily I am flying above all the petty differences I used to hear down there, up above the greed that causes us all to rush backwards and forwards and up and down—all the time feeling, just because we are moving, that we are actually getting somewhere we want to go. But now I can see that’s just not true. And, to think, I used to be one of them too! But, now, because of nothing I did—maybe it was just a small, subtle wish I had—I’ve actually learned to fly and I am flying exactly where I want to be.

As you might expect it feels so free, so light and airy. And what is best is that it all happened so easily just when I stopped trying to take off—stopped trying to go somewhere I didn’t need to be. I spent so much time and energy lining up at the end of the runway and checking all the instruments in preparation for my maiden flight. But the flying never worked; there was always something that happened, the weather socked me in or there was not enough fuel in the tanks or the plane was too heavy or the engine didn’t want to go. So then, feeling burdened with all that was wrong, when in my frustration I let out a sigh loud enough that I was heard… "This man’s giving up!" God must have exclaimed, and then, lifting me up, He sent me soaring above everything that had seemed so heavy and so bound to earth.

Now I’m flying exactly where I want to be.

In case you think this might be hard to do, or if you just want to imagine what it’s like to fly, look up into the sky. Watch a bird who decides to fly and has no thought at all—no worrying—about falling back down to the ground. It never even occurs to him, just as it never even occurs to me, not to leap, not to go.

Because I am flying—exactly where He wants me to be.

Posted by Tony at January 5, 2003 01:39 PM
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