This is a blog post from a famous writer and preacher more than a year ago. Tonight, I read half of it again. Even if I know the story. I just want to read it again and again and be inspired again and again. Just like tonight.
This articles was really helpful to me. I didn't put this in a folder in my email. I deliberately retained this in my inbox so I would be reminded always and be able to read it easily.
I felt the need for me to read this now.
The story is about how eagles train their babies to fly. For me it was so cruel. If I would be the child, I would really hate my mother to death. She seems to have no feeling at all. It's like I am not her child. We suddenly became strangers from each other. So with my father. They treat me so unjustly. After treating me so kind and tenderly, all of a sudden they become like monsters. Exposing me to danger and almost killed me!
The story ends like this:
They cry out, “Mommy, why are you killing us? What have we done?” But they barely are able to catch their breath, when Mommy pushes them out again.
This death-defying, terrifying ordeal is repeated seven to eight times until the Eaglets get the message—and start flapping their wings.
Soon, they’re soaring on top of the clouds with their proud parents beside them. This is exactly what happens when God teaches us how to fly. But I am forgetting about it.
I am scared. I thought I know how to fly already. I thought I was brave. I thought I can face the consequences of my decision. But I think I'm starting to regret it.
I feel sad. I feel rejected again. I am hurt. I know, I am doing this for a better cause. However for now, I just wanted to grieve with my decision.
Did I make the wrong choice? Did I make the wrong decision?
I know what I should do.
Change focus.
Focus on Jesus!
But I can't do it yet. Maybe starting tomorrow.
When I decide to start flying again and follow God's redirection.
