Flying Kites

Last weekend while I was attending a birthday party for a friend's son, the children were given kites to fly. It was a beautiful day, with wind that is the worst enemy for an allergy sufferer, but perfect for kite flying.

I grabbed my camera with the rest of the adults and headed outside to join the little ones.

I honestly can't remember when the last time was that I actually flew a kite. Nick went through a handful of kites over the years, but as luck would have it, we never really had windy enough days or a spacious enough backyard to fully be able to experience the wonder of a kite flying high in the sky...

So I may not remember when the last time was that I flew a kite, but I will never forget what it was like to fly one as a child. To see an object gliding high in the sky above you, twisting and turning, yet...free. I remember sometimes feeling as though I wished I were a kite. What would everything look like from way up there? How would it feel to have the push of the wind behind you, come up underneath, and carry you through the air?

...knowing that there was something, someone greater than you, allowing you to soar while having complete control via a thin piece of string. Granted, there is always the possibility of the obstacles of an old oak tree or a telephone wire to crash into, but the string is usually still attached.

And then there is always the possibility that the string does actually break. The tie between "kite" and "kite flyer" is severed. But with a skilled craftsman present, it can generally be repaired quickly with a knot.

Our lives are quite a bit similar to a kite. We are given the freedom to fly. To twist and turn in the wind and soar high. Sometimes we crash into a tree and sometimes we take a nosedive into the ground below.

We hold a sense of security in knowing that we are connected to Someone greater. Our string is our lifeline between us...and Him.

And no matter what happens, no matter what we do or where we go, He doesn't let us out of His sight. He never lets us go. He provides the wind and He carries us. If our resistence between us and Him severs the string, He is quick to repair it. If we find ourselves hung up in a tree, He climbs up to rescue us. When our nosedive into the ground below bends or breaks any part of us, He restores us to better than new.

In a sense we are all better off than a tangible kite. Because when the day is over, when the wind stops, or the thrill of flying a kite is outgrown, the kite is stored in the rafters of the garage or maybe even thrown away. The Creator of our being says that we belong to Him...forever.

And I can't wait to see the view from Eternity!