Heavy air

I've gotten sidetracked the past few weeks.  Man, the air has been HEAVY.  It's that time of year in Iowa when humidity matches temp and we all complain.  One whiff when I put Nali out first thing in the morning and I'm reminded that the atmosphere matches me.  Heavy -- in the natural it is all that corn spewing its moisture upward.  In me, it is a reservoir of tears waiting to spill out at a moment's notice.  I just want some circumstances to change as soon as possible.  But there is something else around the corner.  There always is.  Add to that what happens when we say "Yes, Lord, I will pray for the burdens of others".  A few years ago, my partner in prayer and dear friend Linda and I were struggling with the heaviness to the point of reaching desperation.  I can still remember the light bulb coming on as we chatted in her car parked at Wellspring.  The
sensation, the emotion, the fighting feeling are manifestations of the battle we engage as praying believers.  That day we were reminded that God is General.  He gave us what we needed so we could go on no matter how heart-wrenching the prayer needs were.  We soar thru the heaviness in His strength, not our own.   I love this particular eagle photo because the light through the clouds remind me of His majestic presence overpowering darkness.  The full span of wings is a sight to see.  I am created to soar in the fullness of everything God is.  "They that wait on the Lord . . . Isaiah 40:30-31"