My friend Marin and I don’t see each other very often. She lives on the west coast, and I live in the midwest. I definitely can’t blame her for living somewhere sunny and mild with an ocean view. But it does keep us from having coffee together on ocean bluffs watching surfers and whales blow water to the sky. At least, that’s what I envision us doing.
Wearing a yellow, comfy sweater just several months after her May wedding, she leaned back in her chair, “Um, I don’t know that it was our plan, but…we’re pregnant. With twins!”
Marin comes from one of the most closely-knit families that I have ever met. They all live here, and I know that even though the west coast is a good fit for her, so is her family. That distance from her family can’t make the job of raising two growing littles easier.
A little over a year ago, I got locked out of my work office coming back from my lunch break. It was a perfect weather day, so I found a spot outside and settled there. I had checked in with Marin earlier that day, so with my extra time I prayed for her and her crew really quickly. Then I thought specifically of her daughter, Samaira, and imagined a butterfly flapping its wings through that sunny blue sky spread out over me. There was a beautiful sense of independence and joy in adventure, and I wanted to capture that. I pulled out my phone and recorded this chorus:
You can fly, fly up to the sky and loop around in the breeze
You can fling your wings up through the trees and see everything
You and your wings
God’s given us all a sense of adventure and a landscape to explore. Along with that, he promises strength for the journey. And even though this is well-worn passage, let’s take him up on this one:
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.