As I looked down from the mountaintop, I noticed an eagle ready to take
flight from its rocky perch. “Fear not,” came a whisper to my heart. The eagle
sprung forward and took flight.
The first few moments of its flight shouted “Freedom!” The eagle circled and
zig-zagged purposefully yet gracefully. Another word settled in my heart:
“Rejoice!” The eagle spiraled downward into the cavern, then with its mighty
wings, it climbed the air and screeched. The echo imprinted itself in the air current
as the eagle straightened its body and flew out of my view toward its destination.
Just recently I came thru a season when I was challenged to discover who I am – not to know my name, not to make a list of labels that describe what I do or what gifts or talents I may possess. I’m talking about who I am at the core of who God created me to be.
What I learned is who I am is a reflection of whose I am, a reflection of His love carried thru the generations of His beloved creation. I am a daughter of the King. I am a woman of God.
Where I live, the terrain is a mix of farmland, woods, lakes, streams and patches of small to medium size hills and rocky slopes. In any season it's a beautiful drive on the outskirts of town.
One of many things that inspires me the most are the trees that poke their tiny branches through layers of solid rock on the hillsides. The tree's tenacity, thrive to survive and ability to overcome obstacles of hardened surface surrounding it are incredible. Immediately I think of Jeremiah 17:8, "They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."
