Tuesday, July 1, 2014

SWINGING IN THE BREEZE

I am sitting here watching the children swing at the park down the block.


These days most of my time is spent at the back of the swing-


All three of the FW grands still have to be pushed---although the eldest is learning the fine art of pumping himself.  Even the baby has graduated into a big boy swing.  I often find myself standing in between and pushing two at once.

A recent trip to the park provided a sweet sight---boy--his grandfather--his great grandfather--all watching the little one play.  And then---surprise---grandfather and great grandfather climb into the swings and proceed to swing.  Who knows the conversation that proceeded this---but I loved seeing them swinging in the sweet breeze.


I was reminded of how I love to swing---I have vivid memories of pretending I could fly as I soared higher and higher.  As I grew---I became brave and began jumping off the swing when it was at the peak of its arc.  For a few seconds, I had the sensation of flying--before gravity won.

Man has always had the desire to soar to the heavens---to go high in the sky---to touch the clouds--to see the face of God.  My childhood was filled with dreams of being able to fly-the birds and me---coursing through the sky.  A sense of adventure and freedom that lead to jumping off high things--trees--roofs--cars-- Perhaps I was a slow learner--perhaps determined---for sure I desired to live the dream.

There is freedom and exhilaration in defying logic, scientific facts, and man's leaning to the finality of life--by accepting--through faith---God--Jesus--The Holy Spirit.  Accepting the gift of grace--turning from the world--looking toward Heaven and soaring in the breeze.  Letting go as life reaches the peak of despair--and soaring into His Mighty arms---there is no greater thrill.

"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth
comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us."
Romans 8:18

3 comments:

  1. these, the sweetest of days, the most delightful of memories.

    soaring high. or equipping another to do so.

    freedom, laughter, joy ...

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  2. I love to swing!! Although, those days are few and far inbetween due to the fact that my baby is 17 (giggles)! Another great post, Lulu!! Blessings

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