He Soars on the Wings of the Wind
A few clicks of the phone keys as I walk across the cement pathways connecting classrooms on our elementary campus can ignite a charge of unnecessary emotions. The message so urgent to relay, I can’t wait until the last bell rings and the kiddos wild with elation dash for their buses. I press send, flip the phone closed, slip its slender case into my pants pocket, and walk into the classroom. Now, I just need a reply, a vibration in my pocket alerting me that the receiving party has acknowledged the urgency and is responding.
The minutes tick by. The pocket clings quietly and straight to my leg.
It’s time to meet my student. I try to clear my head and focus on the lesson at hand.
“Let’s look at that paper, buddy, and see what you have left to do,” the words come out mechanically while my mind is riveted on another message. “Tell me which word from that list in the upper right corner best describes the underlined word in the sentence.”
I look for a moment for him to work alone so that I can turn away and in a discreet move glance at the slender time bomb in my pocket. No words left on the screen. Focus on the lesson as the pulse steps it up a cardio beat.
The afternoon minutes drag in agony as I tutor my student. My mind jogs between the lessons and the urgency of my message. I cross the campus again, unmindful of the blue sky and tall, green bushy trees stretching their canopy upwards.
One more trip across the cement pathways, and at last I whisper to the Lord my prayer for the thoughts that hold me tense. Soft dirt, still impressionable from yesterday’s rains border the cement, and my heart softens with the hope of a whispered prayer. Why have I put my trust in the charge of an electron when the God who is in charge holds the answers in His hand?
“In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears….
“He parted the heavens and came down; dark clouds were under his feet. He mounted the cherubim and flew; he soared on the wings of the wind,…
“He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters.”
Psalm 18:6, 9, 10, 16 NIV
Why do I wait so long to humbly seek His help? Do you ever do the same thing, too?
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Oh yes I do, thank you for sharing this. Hope all is well with you.
God Bless – Nita
This was so very well-written. I was captivated by the story, and the way you so aptly described how we do one thing, while our hearts and minds are distracted on another.
I loved the phrase: “slender time bomb”
Yes, I have also had very unsettling times when I couldn’t reach someone by cell phone (and had them in any number of life-threatening situations) – or those awful times when waiting for some really important response.
Tortuous, indeed.
And yes, I am all too often dismayed at how long it takes me to come to the Lord. The One who is just waiting to hear from me.
Will be praying.
GOD BLESS!
thanks for sharing!
I was also entranced with your story. Hope everything is okay, but then God is in charge so everything should be fine.
Thanks for sharing
This was so well done … and your photo looks like angel wings.
Yep, I hate to say it but I do the same. I love how you write. Thanks for blessing me today.:)
I loved this post!
This statement really spoke to me:
“. Why have I put my trust in the charge of an electron when the God who is in charge holds the answers in His hand?”…
Been there, done that…still do, sometimes…help me God!
Hi Janis, I am a new follower. Oh, how I loved this post! May the love of God always shine in your life, as you become a light for others.
Have a pleasant day. God bless.
With love and care from Kerrie. xOx