Have you ever had a recurring nightmare? As a kid, I remember having this dream where Chaco from the Planet of the Apes would chase me around my yard. Yeah, I know. Chaco isn’t exactly the scariest of all villains from the 80s. I mean, it could have been Freddy or Jason or someone downright terrifying like Richard Simmons. For me, it was Chaco.
But there was a way out. Actually, there were two ways that I could escape Chaco. First, if I could find a water source and swim to the bottom of it, I’d wake up. Don’t ask me why, but it worked every time. Second, and much better, was flying. If I flapped and pushed my arms just right, I would slowly rise off the ground.
I can still remember the sensation of flying. The feeling of lifting up and away from whatever was chasing me. I’d fly over my house, the field next door, the schoolyard across the street and up, up into the clouds. I would move back and forth with the power and grace of an eagle. No one could catch me or stop me or slow me down. I was free. Totally free.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a dream about flying. And I haven’t seen Chaco in a dream for just as long. The apes with really bad makeup and costumes have been replaced with things like bills and health issues and worrying about my teenagers.
Why do we stop flying in our dreams? Maybe its because we believe we can’t ever really get away, that loneliness or loss or lack will always tag along with us. Or perhaps we think that we don’t deserve to fly anymore. Or that flying was the stuff of childhood but that it doesn’t belong in the rough and tumble of real adult life.
But but what if you can still fly? What if there is a way out? Scripture says that those who wait upon God get fresh strength. That they spread their wings and soar like eagles, they run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.
A while back, my wife Sarah taped a note on my bathroom mirror that says, The Lord will fight for you. You need only to be still. Boy, if that isn’t the hardest thing for me to do.
But what if that’s true? What if the secret to flying isn’t flapping your arms but rather about stopping altogether? As much as I believe in the power of hustling and making things happen, I also think that certain things are only found when we stop long enough to allow God to do what only God can do. Then, we can spread our wings and fly.
How about you? Could you fly as a kid? Why do you think we stop flying? And what do you do when trouble comes chasing?
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