A warm sunny day welcomes the youngster, with her pigtails flying behind as she sprints across the gravelled field and leaps into the seat of a plastic swing. Amongst the others – the slides, the teeter-totter, and the monkey bars – the swings are her favourite adventure on the playground. The swing takes her beyond the clouds of the earth.
At the top, she sees the flight of the gulls and the ravens flying free and she sees her reflection in their beaded eyes, in her memory past. Their echoes call to her; taunts that tell her the chains on the swing keep her from being truly free. And yet, she has faith that “…those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31). She trusts Him; the hands of her Father keep her from falling, keeping her secure while lifting her above the white clouds of the blue sky. Her Father stands behind her, taking her to the level of the eagles, higher than the gulls and the ravens that she sees.
As the swing climbs higher with each pendulum motion, the young girl, my spirit, soars to endless limits. On this swing, with the push of my Father’s outstretched arms, I am able to reach unfathomable possibilities.
Written for TalkBAC, June 2004