I was considering my day today as I lay in bed this morning and began feeling overwhelmed. Financial lack was crouching at my door. The hopelessness of finding a job in a town of 6,000 people jumped up and down on my chest. My struggle to find a place to plug in and minister to others gnawed at the back of my neck like a beast looking to make a kill. I heard:

“You’re not good enough, you never were. There’s no hope.”

I abandoned all form and shouted to God:

“Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!”

I moved downstairs with Psalms 3:2-4 in my head:

2 Many are saying of me,
“God will not deliver him.”

3 But you are a shield around me, O LORD;
you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.

4 To the LORD I cry aloud,
and he answers me from his holy hill.
Selah

I made my way downstairs only to be greeted with more bad news.

“Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!”

We sang a chorus long ago that I never forgot. Derived from Isaiah 40:31, the chorus went like this:

They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength,
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.

It was inspiring to think of myself flying like an eagle, soaring far above where other birds dared not go. I imagined myself as a large, menacing, powerful eagle who could see prey at great distances and take it with barely a flap of his wings.

I felt them then, the thermal winds that enable the eagle to soar with minimal flapping. I’m climbing the mountain, I’m near the top and I can feel the winds that lift up. So this is what those winds feel like, like an attack from the enemy. He wants to blow me over but he’s miscalculated, not because I’m going to soar but because I’m going to wait.

Waiting on Him will renew my strength and I will mount up with wings like an eagle. When the time is right, the wind intended to knock me over will carry me to God’s next lesson and to His purpose. I am waiting until I see his signature on the wind, only then will I leap into the expanse and be carried by His Spirit to His perfect purpose.

God wins.

If you liked this post, then check the entire eagle series, originally taught on Twitter via webcam in 2009.

Power of Your Love (Hillsong): “As I wait, I’ll rise up like the eagle and I will soar with You …”

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