And so was I.
And there was that kite. The one stuck in our walnut tree. My son had pointed it out to me from the Dining Room window a few days before. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have ever noticed it.
Constantly wrestling to be free.
She was clearly out of place. And in essence, useless.
Quiet whispers of life.
Steady companions anxious to burst declarations of beauty. Declarations of their Creator.
Reminders of His presence.
All in the same place that months ago, held coldness and death.
On top of that, the kite was free to behold the majesty of the night sky.
Because she was stuck.
She sees a young Daddy swing his little girl around and land her on his shoulders.Despite her struggle to break free, she’s beginning to see beauty blossom around more corners than ever before. Even while wrestling lonely in cold, dark nights.
She breathes the crisp night air, watching the sky expectantly for shooting stars like a child on Christmas Eve.
The other day, she watched as a family, 15-year neighbors to the walnut tree, packed up their memories to make new ones in a new home.
And she's witnessing the sacred courage of a husband and wife as they battle their way through the dark alleys of a cruel disease.
But maybe she’s not so out of place, after all.
Because apparently, this isn't about the chance to fly again.
This season in the walnut tree IS about the kite breaking free. But it's about her breaking free from something greater. Something that holds her back far more than the heaviest of branches ever could.
It's about discovering strange new sources of joy. And peace.
And surprisingly – freedom.
In fact, it's about redefining freedom.
Finding a freedom she's never known before. Freedom from herself.
One that soars wild and uninhibited, closer to the Heartbeat of Heaven than even the open skies.
One that finds glimpses of His glory in the small, but sacred, plot of land where He's placed her.
A thrilling liberation to embrace that her worth goes far beyond what she can and cannot DO.
She's finding these freedoms.
In the stuck.
She's beginning to see that we glorify God not just by doing big things, out there, for all to see. But by doing the little things.
With nobody watching but Him.
Because He's enough.
She's beginning to trust that the significance of her days isn't defined by her scope or reach.
And that her value isn't secured by grand scenery or a seemingly extraordinary calling.
Because when God's in it, it's all extraordinary.
She's discovering this grand paradox. This freedom in the stuck. This beauty in the tangled mess. Soul rest in the assurance that no matter how useless she feels, or even looks, in her stuck state, she can still partake in the goodness and glory of God.
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What circumstance has been beyond your control and left you feeling stuck?
My experience on the branch has been an isolating one. How would you describe your experience?
Have you ever considered ways the branch might be a friend in disguise, rather than an all-out enemy?
And I constantly misplace my identity in what I do (or think I should be doing), rather than in Who He is, do you?
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