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Fly # Five Minute Friday





Fly, is there a more hopeful word in man’s tongue?  A more adventurous one?  A word that is more uplifting?  Haven’t we all had those dreams at night of flying high? Cruising, cartwheeling, speeding through cloud formations?  Flying from one locale to the next?.... Isn’t that one of the all consuming questions that kids ask when we discuss Heaven.  “Mommy, will we fly?” 
Isn’t that one of the most awe inspiring aspects of Angels?  The angels described in the Bible have mighty wings sometimes several pairs and they can fly


Isn’t that the song we sing gathered in church, guitar strings feverishly strumming the anthem of Hope after Life… and sometimes around loved ones casket….
I’ll fly Away…. Halleluiah when I die…I’ll fly Away…Like a bird from prison bars has flown…I’ll fly Away…to Heaven…..to Him, to them….all those we’ve loved who have put their Hope in His unfailing love…

Hope is really the mind flying…flying high up all the way to Him.  The One who sits on High. 

I’m young of sorts, twenty eight and soon will be twenty nine…thirty looming out there…I’m becoming older every day…and sometimes I’m becoming weary…weary of little sleep, weary of life’s troubles for so many and all the unknowns of this life, all the questions uncovered waiting for answers… weary of serving  and sometimes feeling sucked dry if I’m honest…but Isaiah has this great hope for even a weary almost 30, weakling mom…

Isaiah 40: 29-31

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
    they will run and not grow weary,
    they will walk and not be faint.

See the connection?  Those who Hope in the Lord…will soar...fly

Every spring my kids and husband usually find themselves out in a park or on a grassy hill trying to make a colorful plastic kite fly….I must say I don’t know anyone who can “make that happen” better than my husband.  He has a knack for getting a kite up into the air and keeping it up there….this past Spring we went to a kite festival with whimsical kites everywhere and fellow “Kite slayers” in control of their high flying rainbows manning the skies that gusty April day….
It was beautiful to watch…me and my all girl crew plus my man shivering, huddling, watching the display …the master & commanders of the kite world …

I just give my kite to my husband on the days we are attempting kite flying….there’s really no hope for me in that arena….
But many times…in my own life
I must confess many times I’m trying, flailing, running trying to just get my kite off the ground… My soul flying, only to have it bite the dust in downward trajectory ….many times sabotaged by my own self…but on those days…those sweet grace glimmer days when I see His Love everywhere its been but I haven’t noticed…
….those days when I get my wings filled with His Joy…Let my Hope be His unfailing Love….
I can Fly…….

Psalm 33:22
May your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in You.  


God, let me always "put" my hope in You...You know no boundaries.  Let me fly

Kite Joy




"Look at it Fly, Daddy!" 

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  1. I love the image of kite flying. Every spring, my grandpa and I would buy a new kite to fly together. This is a great new context for that memory!

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