Flying with Christ
I used to fly in my dreams. Wait, don’t laugh or critique me until you know why that was important or used to matter. Now, you’re laughing for sure. But in life, the unexpected remark from someone can send you flying into insecurity and cut you down, and you don’t exactly know why it is, but the emotions rise just the same. When I had those dreams, I would put my arms out and rise like an eagle, soaring to the highest tree above the landscape of life and over the rooftops of homes and businesses. I then would land, stopping on the top of a branch, clutching the limb with my toes, and I would plan the next day’s activities which included planting friendships and being someone who could be a person who encouraged others, not tearing them down.
