I recently found myself in a depressed state of mind after the loss of a dear family member. Now, the interesting thing about this is, I thought I was doing a pretty good job of hiding it. Well, not so. One night not so long ago at work, a co-worker pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong, when I confessed the severity of my emotional state, the color pretty much drained from her face. She and another co-worker sat me down and talked with me about my feelings and offered words of strength and encouragement.
Since then, I have taken steps to regain my joy. I’ve spent more time studying my Bible, I get out more and do at least one thing per day that I enjoy. I listen to positive messages and watch positive videos. And I can feel the happiness beginning to bubble up inside of me again.
Tomorrow will be the first time in many years I won’t be able to phone my dear family member and wish her a Happy Birthday. To celebrate her life, I’ve been thinking of things I can do. Her favorite thing was Butterflies, so I may go out and find a Butterfly pin towear. Or I may buy a cake and have a Butterfly placed on it and share it with friends. I’m not quite sure yet. There is, however, one thing I’m definitely sure of and that is, she liked Butterflies but I like Eagles.
I once visited a zoo that had a area where Eagles with broken wings were rehabbed. As I gazed at them through the enclosure, I couldn’t help but stand in awe. Despite their condition, the posture of the Eagles was as regal as ever. Although they are birds, they seemed to hold their heads high as they patiently waited to heal.
As a part of my fascination with Eagles, I’ve often watched videos of them and to me nothing is more splendid than an Eagle taking flight for the first time after the mending of a broken wing. Looking back, I realize for the past nine months, my wing has been broken. I have grieved the loss of someone very dear. Tomorrow, in spite of the fact that I will always grieve her loss to some extent, my soul shall once again take flight.
In celebration of her life tomorrow, whether I buy a cake or wear a Butterfly or simply sit in quite reflection, as Isaiah 40:31 says, I will once again “mount up on the wings of an Eagle.” That which was broken has now been mended and maybe, just maybe, I’ll give a Butterfly a ride.
Savannah J, she adds a little sass in every page.