I’m like a butterfly trying to spread her wings—fearful that these new appendages won’t withstand flight. She knows only of the ground, her safety net—her security throughout her growth and struggle of becoming who she is. She is supposed to let go—soar without her feet being on the ground, and live this life of freedom away from her cocoon of comfort.
She stands first in disbelief and she finds her footing and spreads her wings wondering how something so light and so fragile can withstand the turbulence and havoc of a world in full motion.
I dare you to move—I dare you to lift yourself up from this fragile ground
Who provides the breeze that pushes all things forward? Who provides the hiding places of sweet surrender when nature becomes more forceful then our own inner battle? Who gives the spirit the courage to raise them one inch beyond where they previously stood?
We find ourselves in flight with the sun as our guide but in darkness we are secured and tucked away from all that is hidden in the shadows.
I feel the warmth on my wings as they spread open, revealing their full colors of humble artistry, I am guided by a force greater than my own, my path is unknown but my destination is all too familiar.
There is no expanse, no flower, no blade of grass that the Creator does not see, that He has not planted, or that He has not breathed life into.
Isaiah 40:31
…but 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.
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