I’ve been flapping my wings too much lately. I’ve flapped over totally unimportant things from “how will we pay the taxes this year?” to “What if I can’t figure out how to convert our office to ICD-10 in 2014?”
When I get like this, my husband stands back and shakes his head. It doesn’t happen often, but when I get my worry on, I can work that thing.
Fortunately, my husband is also good at perspective. And, he is willing to share his when mine gets all cock-eyed from the wing-flapping. Then, I remember this lesson God taught me years ago from the Book of Ezekial.
It is from the famous passage where “Ezekial saw a wheel, way up in the middle of the air…” Or something like that. I’ve never understood the imagery of the wheels with eyes. But I get this part:
As they flew, their wings sounded to me like waves crashing against the shore or like the voice of the Almighty or like the shouting of a mighty army. When they stopped, they let down their wings. As they stood with wings lowered, a voice spoke from beyond the crystal surface above them. Ezekial 1:24-25 NLT
When they lowered their wings, God spoke.
What He said to Ezekial wasn’t easy to hear, but the words carried destiny and purpose. For a guy standing on a river with his fellow exiles, destiny and purpose was pretty good news.
So, I’m determined this week to lower my own wings and hear whatever God wants to say. (I doubt He is worried about that ICD-10 thing.)
How about you? Been doing any wing-flapping lately?
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Oh my goodness. Have I ever. And my husband has been good at perspective for me, too. God knew what He was doing when He invented those guys. 🙂
And when I stopped flapping my wings and listened to God, I was surprised at how not worried He was.
Yep. It’s a good description because I’ve been flapping but it’s not actually getting me anywhere. The last few days my home as been at its best – the flowers blooming and the curving sidewalk so sweet in a freshly mowed lawn. And that helps with perspective too. And after this post, my experience, and Eleanor’s comment I’d be tempted to feel sorry for the husbands for having to calm us down so much except I know sometimes we’re the nice perspective for them.