By Destiney McIntosh
This is familiar
Maybe that’s why it doesn’t hurt so much
I’ve been here before
And even though it doesn’t hurt as much
There’s still this feeling that I can’t ignore
That ‘I told you so’ in the back of my mind
The want to scream at God
I knew I would get hurt
You promised I wouldn’t get hurt
And he says
I never promised you wouldn’t get hurt
I promised that you would fly
We watch the eagle soar with such admiration.
But what if they had to fall a few times first?
My mind is going back to the eaglet that can only learn to fly if they fall off the edge. Fear in their eyes at the sight of falling to their death in the depths that wait beneath their feet. Overcoming that fear in order to fly. But what if it doesn’t work the first time? What if, in the process of still learning how to use your wings, you fall your first try.
Sure it hurts. It was unexpected. And honestly, you hoped it was the last thing that would happen. But it did.
And in order to learn to fly, you have to dust it off.
Dust off the hurt.
Dust off the pain.
Dust off the discouragement.
And try again.
Because you cannot soar, like the eagle, on the ground.
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint – Isaiah 40:31