Blog : Give Me Grace

And to the woman were given two wings of a great eagle, that she might fly into the wilderness, into her place, where she is nourished for a time, and times, and half a time, from the face of the serpent. (‭Revelation‬ ‭12‬:‭14‬ KJV)

I have all I need. A God who sees and knows me graced me with the gift of flight. The knower of all-knowing understands women are birds. Lift off, flight, cruising at a comfortable altitude are all part of the plan. But a piece of this perfection involves rest.
His plan of exit..respite from the wilderness is biblical. God ordained rest is a God good thing.

When was the last time you holed away with his word? Built a nest from his feathers and allowed him to feed you? Restore you for the battles you’re called to fight? When was the last time you gave your wings a rest?

I’m in the nest y’all.

I’ve peeled back layers. The dry skin of my disobedience, and insecurity. My wilfulness and envy. Every time I think I’m done I find another. At first it fell off in clumps. Writing, saying the hard things, being intentional about conversations….”going there” produced the results he looked for. Delighted to see the junk slough off so quickly, I kept at it. But then it got harder.  Still, the effort required to keep exfoliation going was manageable.

I was pleased.

Until He showed me a layer I’d forgotten.  Translucent and fragile, it’s barely noticeable. But it’s a covering and its separating me from Him. The embryonic veil covering my soul is still intact and He wants me naked, raw. He wants me to remember being vulnerable and quiet. He wants me to imagine myself without wings. To rest. Because flight is powerful and wings can make us forget. I can flap them in my own strength and if I’m not careful, imagine wings as reward. It’s important we remember wings, weren’t designed only for work.

At first this was disheartening. I’m all about action and let’s make a plan and do it. NOW. I dream about flight.

So I sat. And I remembered my time in the nest, before the wings. When I lay before him weak and incapable of anything without his strength. And I marvelled at the glory of my barely formed body, in its premature state. And my spine and back and the beautiful way he pinpointed the placement of joints to support the wings he’d gift. I saw my development. And I saw his hands.

He designed my wings.

I was shaped in the strength of vulnerability. I was prepared for flight before I had wings. My form is designed to carry the weight and wisdom of wings.

The wings? The wings are a gift. From a God who loves me enough to set me free. I focused on wings as a resource for flight. I couldn’t see beyond my aspirations to soar. High. Higher. But He tells me sometimes, wings are simply divine transportation, a mode of escape from my personal wilderness.

Get thee to the valley and stay put. Rest.

Come away my beloved. Take flight with me.

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