WINGS, WINgs, winGS, WINGS

When I was a young girl
I could do two things, very well;
Daydreaming and dream-flying.
A college professor broke me of the first,
the second just some how faded away.
I loved flying in my dreams;
It was so easy, you only lifted your head
in the direction to go and . . . flew
(and without wings).

I don't know why I didn't have wings because I think they are one of the most beautiful things God ever created. It doesn't matter if it's the wings of a bird, an angel, a butterfly or dragonfly, or even a fairy, I am fascinated and delighted with anything that has wings (except Paul McCartney). To happen upon a feather donated from the sky is as wonderful as treasure, something so special you almost feel guilty keeping it for yourself.


But wings are now also sacred and I'll tell you why.

God soars on the wings of the wind.
On the wings of dawn Jesus comes with healing.
We are called to sing under His wings.
Wings overshadow the seat of mercy.
Under His wings we find refuge, shelter, peace and a hiding place.

I need to add "wings" to my interests on my facebook. Some of you know I have thunder and lightning on that list, and now I realize there is a connection. The Word says that God's wings SOUND like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. Ezekiel says that the sound of wings is like the roar of rushing waters, like the VOICE OF THE ALMIGHTY, like the tumult of an army, and can be heard from far away. I always imagined wings as SILENT. Our God may be thundering one moment and be but a breath the next.

All to say,
God gifts us with dreams
and flight, both which speak to me
of refreshment (perhaps even in our windstorms).
He promises to renew our strength like that of the eagles.
Fly away and be at rest.
Pick up that next feather.

P.S. I recently flew in a dream.