I heard someone teach on this text once in a way that surprised me. I had heard the three metaphors as the same. Flying, running, walking, the Lord' sustains me.
But they're different. If I'm running, I'm not flying. If I'm walking, I'm not even running.
I often believe that I've got to fly. If I could fly, I'd really be doing something. I'd accomplish things. I'd be somebody.
If only I knew how to get off the ground.
Maybe I can at least run. Keep up. Seems like everyone else is at least running. I really ought to run.
I can walk. Anybody can walk, right? One foot in front of the other. At least I'd get somewhere.
But I tend to get lost.
"...but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength..."
I want to be strong. I am strong. It's my gift, part of my mission. I'm strong. When I wait on the Lord.
Waiting is not my strongest suit. I'm a product of my culture and time and, let's be honest, my impatient ego. Instead of waiting on the Lord, can't the Lord step it up? Send a note. Better yet, an e-mail. Better still, a text. Now.
My impatience to know saps my strength. Leaves me on the ground, exhaused, lost.
I'm learning to walk. Someday I will run. And fly.