Saturday, October 22, 2011
The Current of Grace
I heard a story told of a mother eagle the other day. Eagles build their nest out of thorny branches, prickly grass and all other harsh elements. When the baby eagles first hatch they are comforted by the nest, they feel safe and secure. As time goes on the nest becomes uncomfortable, the wind gusts, the sand blows, the thorny branches that once felt so safe are now unbearable. There comes a point when the baby eagles can't stand it anymore they would literally rather die than go on living in that nest. They jump out, no warning and no hesitation, they just jump. As they are falling to what they assume is death, their mom opens her wings and swoops down underneath and carries them back to their nest. She does this time after time until they all learn to fly.
As parents we would all like to think that we have built this nest of comfort, stability, and security for our families, but we have to remember that the world has built them a nest of unpredictable harsh elements that we are unable to protect them from. Kelsie's death is something that I can not protect Dylan from. I can see the hurt in is eyes when we talk about her. I can feel how lonely he is in the mornings without her. I know her death stings him to an unimaginable degree. He is so confused and saddened by losing his sister. I know that in this analogy the eagle, to most, would be representative of God, and that he is carrying us. But is not true that the wind currents are what carry the eagle, what allow the eagle to soar? I see myself as this Eagle, I must do the work, I have to work hard against the wind to flap my wings, and then when the time is right I have to spread my wings, swoop down catch Dylan, catch Jeff and allow / trust his Grace to let me soar. I have only suffered the loss of Kelsie for 9 days today but for me, her mother, it has been an eternity. I feel when God is allowing me to flap my wings so that I am able to feel my way through the sorrow and sadness and just when I feel it is too much to be bear, I take Dylan, I take Jeff and the current of His Grace carries me through.