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."