Happy Easter


Just the other day, I was outside with my girls and we noticed a small bird fluttering in our garage.  It was reaching for the light, flittering back and forth and pushing against the windows, trying to get out.  I watched the poor bird struggle, flinging himself against the window, trying with all his might to get out; to reach the light.

I opened the window to try to help the bird find a pathway out.  The bird continued to flutter, hitting the glass every time.  The small bird didn’t realize that the way out was no more than a few inches away.

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My girls and I watched the bird for a short period of time, wondering what more we could do.  He was obviously frustrated and scared.  He was obviously doing his very best, but his efforts were in vain.  Even though freedom was a mere few inches away, he was literally stuck.  His way out–through the window–wasn’t working, but it was the only way that he could see.

As I watched the bird, the thought crossed my mind, “How often have I been in this situation?”  How often have I been stuck–trying with all my might to solve my problems on my own–in vain?  How often has that been me, seeing the light in front of me, knowing where I wanted to go, but still stuck?  How much am I like this little bird, looking for the light on my own, but in vain?

Finally, after a few minutes, my husband came, picked up the bird, and let him out the window.  He flew away, unharmed, into the nearest tree, then out of sight.

It occurred to me that this is the key:  We cannot do it alone.  We can try.  We will flutter and fight.  Sometimes we will be so close, even able to see freedom.  But, although we are powerful beyond our comprehension, we are not meant to fight our way through this life alone.

In my mind, that is a huge part of the meaning of Easter.  There was One who already did it alone.  In a time of complete and utter despair, He was alone.  He did that so we do not have to.  We don’t have to flutter helplessly against that same window fruitlessly.

I am sure many of you have seen this, but I wanted to share it here.  There are some things that words cannot describe…

 

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Today I am grateful for Him–the One who sacrificed His everything–for me, for you, for all of us. Although I still sometimes flutter alone, I am beginning to realize how much I must rely on Him.  Although it is frightening, and I am so far from understanding it all, I cannot describe the beauty, the peace, and the comfort that brings to me.

I hope each one of you have a beautiful Easter!

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Elizabeth

Wife, mother of twins, speaker, and creator of Balm to My Soul.I love to write, speak, sleep, snuggle and, if I really get lucky, inspire and help others. I am clearly imperfect but determined to be a little better every day. Some days are better than others! Thanks for stopping by!
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Wife, mother of twins, speaker, and creator of Balm to My Soul. I love to write, speak, sleep, snuggle and, if I really get lucky, inspire and help others. I am clearly imperfect but determined to be a little better every day. Some days are better than others! Thanks for stopping by!

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