Joining Lisa Jo and the girls for 5 Minute Friday...No edits, no re-writes and love those that came before you.
She was snatched from flight so quickly that she lost all bearing and what was her world, the air she breathed, the sights she saw, were changed in an instant. Cold, solid, unyielding ground and Hands that looked so very different from the ones she was used to. She was wounded, unable to reach her heights, yet she didn't see this. Flying so low, hitting branches, false starts and stops, all trying to get to where she most needed to be. Higher. And so she settled, finally, out of sheer exhaustion, because she could not fight anymore and whatever her fate might be, it was now up to the One Who held her. And he set her gently in a quiet place. And He looked over her brokenness and to each place set out to heal it. There was pain in the plucking and pulling and weeding out all the things that hid her wounds, but freedom when it was done. There was pain when He washed away the dirt and the filth that encrusted the spaces that had lay hidden. But they were healing. And then she set. Waiting and longing for the day she would not be bound. And then it came. One by one He removed her coverings and let her test her wings. And in the safety of His grip she set one day, ready to go, yet to afraid to try and He threw her up so high she thought she might never stop, but she realized as she looked around, this was where she was meant to be, this was where she could fly. Thankful.