Wind beneath my wings


“The special gift and ability of each creature defines its special limitations. And as the bird easily comes to terms with the necessity of bearing wings when it finds that it is, in fact, the wings that bear the bird— up, away from the world, into the sky, into freedom—so the woman who accepts the limitations of womanhood finds in those very limitations her gifts, her special calling—wings, in fact, which bear her up into perfect freedom, into the will of God.”
~Elisabeth Elliot in Let me be a woman

This past year I have learnt to trust, mostly God’s leading. I have grown to understand that when you take some paths, risky as they may be, if in obedience, you will find solid rock beneath you – and markers, evidence that someone has traveled this route before. The written word has been and is my direction. I pray to trust it. To obey it. I am loved immeasurably, and beneath these wings are the everlasting arms…hence, now we soar.