AKA Post #100! I think that's a pretty sweet mark, and therefore, it deserves an excellent topic. Allow me to paint you a story...
Scene One: After church, everyone has melted into pools of that joyful fellowship that follows the service, talking about the week to come and making plans or sharing prayer requests or perhaps simply chasing a child around the room in exasperated love. In the midst of the jumble of glory stands a father. His hands are wrapped around the waist of his tiny daughter, probably no more than three years old, and his face shines upon her. He tosses her up in the air, once, twice, higher, higher, and higher still. Watch her: this is the nearest that we weighty humans have ever come to flight and she will remember the rush of air on her face as if it were the sweet breath of God.
Scene Two: In class this morning, Sean Feucht talks about a life of risk (a "coincidentally" common theme in my life of late...). He prays for a renewal of innocence over us, that pure combination of innocence and naivete that make the faith of a child so simple and yet so trusting.
Scene Three: In the prayer room, surrounded by people kneeling, flat on their faces, being wrecked by God... This is the place of intimacy with our best Love, the One who calls us to live for Him at whatever cost. In this world there will be trouble... But we are His children, and with each breathless "Yes" that we say to Him, He tosses us into the air. How can we fear that He will not catch us? He is the perfect One, and our delight is His delight: we can trust Him. And in that moment of absolute trust, our response can only be one thing: "Higher, Daddy, higher!"
May you fly in your Daddy's arms...
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