Good morning…
“So beautiful, Sue,” she emailed after yesterday’s post, On Broken Wings. “Do you know Martina McBride’s wonderful song Broken Wings? I’m singing it to myself now. Xxxx.”
I had never met the song before, and when I googled it, the music video below popped up, a music video released on October 2nd, 2009. Sometimes our broken wings look like manipulative anger, self-centered control, and overpowering violence, subtle or overt. Sometimes our broken wings look like a depressed doormat, a mistreated innocent, a victim scared silent swallowing the voice of God. Sometimes in the changing winds of autumn, more than leaves are released to fall. Regardless of our own forms of brokenness, when we open the window to Christ’s resurrection power, we are lifted by the Spirit to fly authentically free.
Now enjoying the music video yourself, let your soul slow dance with the LORD who is the steady wind beneath each of our broken wings.
There’s more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we’re never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can’t round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit! (Romans 5:3-4, MSG).
…Sue…
P.S. This post is presented in honor of Breonna Taylor and all of us broken winged people impacted by her tragic death.
