Friday, July 15, 2011

I Can Fly, I Can Fly, I Can Fly

In Tinkerbell and the Great Fairy Rescue, the little girl is trying to get her dad to fly. She tells him to find his happy thought. Once he connects with this illusive treasure, his feet leave the ground and up he goes.

Not sure why pixie dust requires a happy thought but the idea intrigues me. Is there a place within our minds where we store images that can transform an ordinary moment into something incredible? Can I, by thinking about one of those images, be lifted beyond the heaviness that keeps me in my lower state?

Isaiah said we were to mount up with wings like eagles. What does it mean to mount up and where do we do the mounting up? It must be in that storage room within our minds where the treasures are kept, things so valuable they lighten our lives when we think about them. Lot’s of stuff is there—really important stuff—but the treasure of all treasures must be that picture there on the wall that reminds us of the goodness of God. Looking at that picture lifts me.

By God’s goodness I know He will accomplish all that concerns me. That goodness raises me up.

Fairy dust seems useful to a cartoon character, but God’s goodness works much better in real life.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go look at that picture again and soar.

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