I have a small placard on my desk, a little free-standing box-like square that says “Until you spread your wings you will have no idea how far you can fly.” I don’t even remember where I found it, but it fits who and how I am right now.
Free to fly
Free to fly in Your arms and on Your wings of grace and mercy
Free to fly in Your love
I’m Free to fly
Free to leave this world and all its pain behind, free to love.
Free to be in love with Jesus… I’m Free to fly.
It is as if I am standing on a mountain top overlooking a beautiful valley. I can’t fly out over it until I first step off and away from what I’ve been grounded in, and spread my God-given wings. I know I’m free. Christ came so that I could have life and have it more abundantly. Romans 8:1 tells me that there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.
But knowing I am free in Christ, free to fly in HIS love and mercy, and acting like it are two different things. Just like music, it takes practice! And faith. Faith that God won’t steer me wrong. Faith that the Holy Spirit will be right there with me, guiding me all the way. Trusting that His will won’t take me where His grace doesn’t follow.
And now that I read the words to this little song again, I see that I’m not really the one flying at all! Jesus does all the flying for me. I just need to hang onto Him. Hold on to His wings of grace, mercy, love, forgiveness… And let Him take me where only He can. Where He needs me to be.