The saga of the seagulls continues from the previous post (Haven’t You Heard?) with this update. Here are the three chicks, except they have grown since and wrought mayhem in our garden – reminds me the roof must be cleaned! Two of them finally found their wings and haven’t been seen for a day or so – probably exploring with their new-found freedom. That leaves the smallest who hasn’t yet taken the risk. There’s the occasional flap of the wings, but he (or she) is staying firmly on the ground. Not what he is made for of course.
Now, we are made for flying, it’s our birthright, but it can be scary. It’s only human to be fearful at the thought of having no visible means of support. So we often need a set of circumstances to catapult us out of our comfortable nest and use what faith we have to trust in God alone. The circumstances may still be difficult, but we are soaring above them. Flying can be exhilarating and satisfying, that is until we lose our focus and come down to earth with a bump. Father however, picks us up, dusts us down, and prepares us for the next round.
This is a poem written by a friend:
On young eagles wings, soaring and gliding
In the grace of wind and current
In the grace of love and freedom
Answering the Spirit within,
Nor looking backwards
Nor struggling, nor striving,
With clean anger soon spent,
Nor weight of gall, nor guilt, nor pride.
And when storms force refuge
And when the hurts run deep
And when the bruise and the break
Make flying a gift only dreamed of,
Or only remembered,
Then, Lord, renew our eagles wings
Given as our birthright
And let us take others with us
Soaring and gliding in your love
Sure of your hand beneath,
Your smile above.
“- those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:28-31 New International Version