FOODFORTHOUGHT

I like eagles. These creatures are swift and reach amazing altitudes.
Other birds cower at the thought of even nearing one thousand feet,
but eagles go twenty thousand. And while others seek shelter during
violent storms, eagles soar through the raging winds, and they
actually "have a ball."

Its secret? It doesn't fly.

The eagle soars. You see, it doesn't use the energy of its wings to
move about. It wisely takes the power of the rushing wind, catching
its quiet force behind and beneath him. And that is why they love the
storm: The stronger the wind, the greater their strength.

Eagles make me think about how I try to do things on my own,
propelling myself to reach higher altitudes by the vigor of my own
wings. No wonder I tire easily. But if only I allow the Glorious Wind
of His Spirit to move my soul, to carry me beyond my own failures and
weaknesses...I can boldy face the most difficult situations, soar
through the most violent of storms. Yes, the greater the problem, the
stronger I can become.

"Strength of my soul, desire of my heart, let me trust in You
completely: Let me give to You all the that assails me, that I may
fully rest under the shadow of Your wings".

Reflection: Tired of flaping your wings? Soar in the mighty wind of
the Spirit. He will take you to a place of rest of rest.