Fly Again

Fly again

Have you ever desired to fly again?  Like you’ve lost your wings?  I have, too.  Here’s a letter I wrote to Jesus about that.

Dear Jesus,

The sadness I feel this morning is more than I think I can bear.

What do I do when my dreams are slipping away?  It’s like watching someone you love slip from your hands beneath the waves.  Like watching dusk carry blue sky to the other side of the world.  But there is no tomorrow that follows.

When I look into your eyes by faith, somehow I know you understand.  This means a great deal to me.

You were a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.  You allowed yourself to be brought so low, you felt like a worm, didn’t you?  When you died, you had nothing.  Yet you were the Creator of the world.

I love you, Lord Jesus.

Please lift my head with your gentle hand.

I want to fly again.

(This personal letter was written on May 4, 2016, not only for myself but also on behalf of all those who are downcast or sad.)

See Isaiah 40:27-31.

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