On my daily walk, I noticed telephone wires swinging
alarmingly in the wild winds. I hope they don’t break, or communication through
the telephone and internet will be abruptly stopped and isolation will take on
a new depth.
Storms in life can put tremendous strains on communications.
A pandemic is such a storm for us all. Praying for those in difficult
relationships during these times of lock-down.
I turned down the lane where the pine trees moaned and
swayed. I watched as the red kite flapped his wings, which looked heavy and
cumbersome. He struggled to lift off in the heavy gales, rising and dropping, rising
and dropping, flapping harder, flapping harder. Eventually he achieved height.
Up there, high above the earth, he cruised on the currents.
He wheeled and spun, turned and rose higher. His wings only twitched
occasionally; movement seemed effortless.
Sometimes I come to a time of prayer and it is just hard
work. I lift off and then drop away, distracted, anxious maybe, even bored. If
I persevere, lifting off, dropping, lifting again, faltering, lifting again,
then eventually I find myself in the presence of peace himself. Flapping – blurting
out words of petition – has gone and I am left soaring in silence, enveloped in
His love.
May we all persevere until we reach that place of perfect
peace, resting in Jesus’ love.
