Thursday, December 8, 2011

Are You Ready to Fly?

Join me welcoming today's guest, Jennifer Slattery.

When my daughter was young she and I spent hours at the park, running through the grass in search of “blow flowers.” At first, she was drawn to the dandelions, but after picking a few, she tired of their stately petals. Seeded dandelions, on the other hand, offered hours of entertainment. Smiling at me, she’d bring the soft tufts to her lips, laughing as they tickled her nose, before letting loose with a chest-caving blow. Then, she’d hurl the stem behind her and chase after the seeds with squeals and giggles.


Often as I sit in God’s presence, I’m reminded of those days and those carefree seeds drifting on the wind. How I long to be like those weightless tufts, so in-tune to my Heavenly Father that I drift effortlessly on His will. Many times I’ve repeated the words Jesus spoke in the Garden of Gethsemane, “Not my will, but Thine be done.”

But all too often I resemble the bright, cheery dandelion that stands tall on its stalk, roots clinging to the soil. “Look at me!” it calls, as it sways in the breeze. It’s proud of its beauty and strength, but the dandelion must die in order for its seeds to take flight. The petals, which once clung securely to the stalk need to let go, allowing the steady flow of the wind to carry them where so ever it will.

The same is true of us. In order to fly, we must first die. To our dreams, our ambitions, our will. But like that carefree seedling drifting on the wind; that is where we find abundant life.

We know this intellectually, so why do we cling so tightly to the stalk, begging God to do things our way and in our timing?

Perhaps because we don’t truly understand the love of God. He who emptied Himself for us, He who allowed men to stretch His arms upon the cross, He who created our inmost being and numbers the hairs on our head says, “Let go. Let me carry you like that weightless seed drifting on the wind.”

But He won’t rip us from the soil. To be carried, we must first let go.
“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit" (John 3:8 NIV).



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Jennifer Slattery writes for Christ to the World Ministries, the The Christian Pulse, Internet Café Devotions, and Samie Sisters. She also reviews for Novel Reviews, is the marketing manager for the literary website Clash of the Titles and works under Tiffany Colter, the Writing Career Coach providing editing and publicity services for Christian authors. Visit her devotional blog, Jennifer Slattery Lives Out Loud, to find out more about her and her writing and visit her writing blog, Words that Keep, to find out more about her editing and publicity services.

8 comments:

  1. Oh wow! What a great analogy! I want to fly, but I'm afraid to let go of my stem.

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  2. :-) I understand! I often go back and forth between spreading my wings and clinging tightly with both hands. Luckily God is patient and ever faithful and continually nudges me toward increased faith and growth.

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  3. Great analogy, Jen. Praying I can die so I will fly :)

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  4. Fantastic analogy! It's the letting go that is so difficult. Thanks for the encouragement to let go of some things right now, so I can fly!

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  5. So that's what's going on with me! I was wondering why I feel so dead inside lately. God is working! Great post full of meat I can chew on for a while. Thanks for joining us!

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  6. Thanks, ladies! I'm glad you found it encouraging.

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  7. Loved your object lesson--and for me personally, you couldn't have picked a better object!

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  8. Welcome, Jennifer. I not only hold on to the stem, but so often attempt to hide behind it. Your post reminds me that I have to let go and let God. Thank you :)

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