Leaning back in my chair I look up and see a beautiful bird struggling to fly southward against the strong, gusty winds blowing across the lake. It has kept up the hopeless pursuit for hours as it makes longer and wider circles to build speed. Turning again to face the wind, it hangs as if suspended from the heavens, wings flapping in vain. I watch as it returns to the tree on the bank where another bird sits watching the great effort.
The birds sit with their heads close together as if planning their strategy against the blustery weather. Soon they both take to the air. Soaring northward, the wind is under their wings and they glide effortlessly. Circling, they face the strong currents. Unable to make any headway, they return to the tree discouraged but not defeated. I sit until evening. The intense winds have turned into gentle breezes and the birds victoriously wing their way to whatever southbound destination they are so determined to reach.
Standing beside the lake where the water kisses the shore, I search the horizon for one last glimpse of the birds. In spite of the windstorm, they are gone. I bow my head thinking of the storms in my own life that do more than ruffle my feathers. Just as He did for the birds, God makes a way through for me. I toss a pebble into the lake water, then lift my hands toward Heaven and praise The Lord. He gives power to rise above whatever life may bring against me when I set my mind and belief upon Him.
I return to my lounge chair on the shore, fluff my pillow behind my back and relax. Gentle breezes like the breath of God caress my face and whisper in my ear. I thank Him that the storms that bring sickness, failure, tragedy and disappointment do not have to overcome. He lifts me and I move forward even stronger than before.
“They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall walk and not be weary, they shall run and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31)