Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Wild Wednesday- Crutches vs. Wings
I was reminded of something I heard years ago..."Lord, why should we ask for crutches when we can ask for wings..." Too often in life, I seek out crutches rather than wings. I 'settle' for the mundane rather than strive for the fantastic. I am more comfortable with that which will just get me by, rather than shoot for what will cause me to soar.
These past few days have been extremely busy.... Have you had days which seem like a torrential rain is coming down and no matter where you go you can't find cover? A dozen calls coming in all at the same time-- people needing you---bills to be paid---appointments to keep (appointments upon appointments).
You turn to the left and there are things to handle- you turn to the right and there are more things to handle...phew! There has been the temptation to reach for the crutches rather than to rise up with wings of an eagle. I took short cuts rather than getting down on my face before God and allowing HIM to give me the necessary strength I need. As He says, "Be still and know that I am God..." (Ps. 46:10)
So I have just a few moments before my next appointment...I have worship music on...and I am marinating in the music. There has been enough hurry and flurry for a life time. Even my times with the Father have been rushed because I feel as though there is so much to do. Now, just for a few moments, it is time to rest...time to wait upon God and allow Him to renew my strength...time to allow Him the chance to cause me to mount up with wings as an eagle so that I can run and not be weary and to walk and not faint.
Lord, here are my crutches, I'd like to exchange them for wings.
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