Fly

Fly. I'd like to fly. I don't like flying in aeroplanes, they scare me a bit. Well, a lot. Ask Chris how terrified I was on our honeymoon.

But I'd like my life to fly. I'd like to fly into something new. Like a butterfly flying out of its cocoon I guess. Or like a baby bird having the bravery to jump out of its nest for the first time. That must be terrifying. This little scrap has never flown, but has seen its parents and friends do it. Why can't it have a go? What makes it try?

I want to be like that little bird. I want to jump out of the safety of the nest, safe in the knowledge that my Father won't let me fall. Something does hold me back though. And I wish I knew what it was. One day I shall fly. I shall make that leap out of the safety of the nest. I wonder where I shall fly to. Will it be far away? Or just nearby? Either way, it would be flying.

An interesting metaphor for my life right now. I feel tied down, held into the nest. It's not a terrible place to be, it's warm and safe and I know it. But is it time to fly? To make that leap.

I pray for answers, for clear answers, for the wings to fly. Strong wings, powerful wings, and ones that can take me to where I should be. Let's go. Let's fly.