Grounded

We smelled no smoke, saw no blackened earth, so drove up into the dry Hollywood hills near Malibu. We were headed to Eagle Rock, where we hiked and prayed and released a balloon last year. Just below the giant rocky escarpment which so resembles the head and body of an eagle, with wings in flight jutting from each side, we sat down on the dirt and gazed at the landscape. We felt connected, grounded in a place familiar, a place with a look that takes me back to my childhood, camping trips, laughter and fun.
We sat beside Eagle Rock as others climbed its bare surface. We sat.
You will soar on wings like eagles. You will run and not grow weary. You will walk and not be faint.
Grounded. Grounded in the Word. Hanging onto the promises. Trusting that soon I will see my sweet Mhairi soaring, running again, walking in faith and freed from all fear. Healed and whole.
Looking across a dry, scrubby landscape, full of promise. Looking for the green shoots.
They who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength. Waiting, though the wait may be long. Knowing our God never disappoints. Knowing Jesus is our strength and our refuge and even our song.
The Lord is the everlasting God, the creator of the ends of the earth. In him we trust.