wings.

silence.

from the questions we couldn't answer
from the answers, we didn't wanna hear

"why does God love us?
...He has no reason to.
i don't..
understand."

more silence.

"..If I was your child, and I asked you.
If I was your child, and I asked you right now--
Dad? Dad, why do you love me?"

"...Because you're a part of me."

this was hard.
neither of us had ever been parents before.
how are we supposed to know?

"...Because you're a part of me."

more silence.

without words
we watched a bird on the rooftop across from us
hop a couple steps across the railing
before finally jumping off the edge

it's beak must have come
so close to the ground

but not once did it panic

we watched the bird
glide up
at the last minute

and mosey along its way
hopping a couple more steps
of a stroll across the pavement
before taking off again

"...wings!"

"what?"

wings.

think of wings.

i think..
if we're God's children..
and if you say, God loves us
because there's a part of Him in us

..i think if we were birds.
God would be

our wings.

think of it..
birds don't understand
how wings work
they don't know anything about..
aerodynamics, necessarily
they cant pull down miniature charts
and explain in diagrams
(while pushing up miniature glasses
and straightening bird-size lab coats)
how their wings work

they just..
have them
and
fly with them.

without understanding how they work
birds will
jump

from any height
no matter how high
and no matter how close to the ground
they fall

no matter how close to hitting the ground
they plummet

they never..
panic.

they're not afraid.

with a heart-learned movement
they spread their wings
and glide
right back up

they fly.

they're not afraid
to jump
they're not afraid
to fall
to plummet
to glide
and soar

"i think the worst thing that Satan can do to us
is to try to convince us that we're without those wings."

...cuz then we'd be a chicken
both literally,
and figuratively =]

we'd spend our entire lives
on the ground

...we'd be cowards.

we'd never leap
we'd never soar

we'd always be too afraid to fall,
that we'd never get to do
what we were created to do best
...fly.

i want to write this as an encouragement
to next year, the year after, and the year after that
maybe even the year after that
when the traces of anything familiar of davis epic
have already begun to fade
from the epic that i know now

i want to write this as an encouragement

may you never be too afraid
to fly with the wings
that God gave you.

especially now
as the heights you climb
get higher and higher

especially now
as the ground seems to approach
faster and closer

especially now
when our limited capacity
keeps us from understanding
how it is exactly
that these wings will even work
to begin with

especially now

when nothing but air
and the fear of falling
stands in between you
and what God made you to be

i dare you to believe.

even in the times,
when you don't know if you can believe in yourself

"believe in Him who believes in you."

believe in the wings
God gave you.

please believe
in Him.