Sing and SoarPosted: March 4, 2011
I barely get to the kitchen table and open the pages when little one sounds off.
I quickly jot down the grace of orange across sky and pause as bird stops outside the window.
She sings for a bit, then moves on.
I savor the sight of her, delaying the inevitable start of noise and chaos, wanting to suck all the life from this moment.
All during the day, I notice the pattern of the birds: Sing… then Soar.
I think how different I am from the birds.
The bird is not concerned about being overwhelmed. She does not worry about what may be asked of her, what price may be exacted from her.
She sings and she soars.
And when her belly tells her it’s time to eat, she finds food.
Me on the other hand? I’m so fearful of the unknowns, of how I’ll handle just around the corner, that I clamp down and clam up. Yes, that’s it, I’m a clam.
I think there’s a reason why Jesus said “Consider the birds of the air,” not “Consider the clams of the sea.”
In my attempt to miss the pain, not take the risk, cut the losses, I also miss the good. Can I learn from the birds? Can I learn to just sing and soar?
I try it. Like a baby bird learning to use her wings.
The winds blow and I chirp, praises to God. Then I dive headlong into the winds.
Caught by the Eagle on Wings and we soar.
I’ll try again.
And I’m starting to understand. Sing…Soar.