“If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the
farthest oceans, even there your hand will support me.” Psalm 139:9-10
What beautiful
imagery: to ride the wings of the morning!
I imagine soaring through a sky laden with
pinks and soft golds. Lavender clouds scrub the night from the horizon. The
last of the stars give a wink and a nod then vanish. The ground below wears a
shimmering veil of silver dew that grows more and more brilliant as the cold,
dark grasp of shadow slips away.
Smile.
Fanciful stuff but I
don’t think those are the type of wings the Psalmist is talking about.
I think the wings
just might be in the shape of a to-do list, lunch making, heading off to work
or school; all the things that fill the day ahead greet us the moment we open
our eyes.
My phone just
informed me the new bathtub is on its way. (The wings are flapping, gaining
altitude.)The email said it was curbside delivery only. When I ordered it, I
thought it was going to be taken into the house…I shared this frustrating news
with my friend as well as sharing what today’s post was about.
Her son has a
saying, “Beware the tyranny of the urgent.”
The wings have been
flapping a lot lately.
Lord I trust that
this very tiny problem will be resolved.
I also have another
friend whose love of the Lord is wrapped around everything in her life. She
once shared that every morning, as soon as her eyes are opened, she greets the
Lord with, “Good Morning, Abba!” I doubt there is a better way to clip “tyranny’s”
wings.
So, Abba Father, I
have been up for just one hour yet that hour is long enough to get a second cup
of coffee. Long enough to start writing. Long enough to make my bed. Long
enough to get angry, frustrated, and a bit panicky.
Long enough to realize I have it all backwards. My day belongs to God, not the wings of the morning.
AMEN!
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