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Those who wait upon the Lord shall obtain a marvellous addition to their resources: they shall obtain wings! They become endowed with power to rise above things. Men who do not soar always have small views of things. Wings are required for breadth of view. The wing-life is characterized by a sense of proportion. To see things aright we must get away from them. An affliction looked at from the lowlands may be stupendous; looked at from the heights, it may appear little or nothing. This ‘light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far exceeding and eternal weight of glory.’ What a breadth of view!

And here is another great quotation: ‘The suffering of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.’ This is bird’s-eye view. It sees life as a whole. How mighty the bird from which the picture is taken! ‘As eagles!’ What strength of wing! Such is to be ours if we wait upon the Lord. We shall be able to soar above disappointment - no matter how great - and to wing our way into the presence of God. Let us live the wing-life!

The little bird sat on a slender limb,
Upward swinging,
And though wind and rain were rough with him,
Still kept singing.
‘O little bird, quick, seek out your nest!’
I could not keep from calling;
‘The bleak winds tear your tender breast,
Your tiny feet are falling.’
‘More need for song
When things go wrong,
I was not meant for crying;
No fear in me.’
He piped with glee,
‘My wings were made for flying!’

My heart had been dark as the stormy sky
In my sorrow,
With the weight of troubles long passed by,
And the morrow.
‘O little bird, sing!’ I cried once more,
‘The sun will soon be shining.
See, there’s a rainbow arching o’er
The storm cloud’s silver lining.’
I, too, will sing
Through everything;
It will teach blessing double;
Nor yet forget.
When rude winds fret,
To fly above my trouble.

-selected

Wing power gives us the gift of soaring and we see how things are related to one another.

Wide soaring gives wide seeing!

Extract from Springs in the Valley by Mrs Chas E. Cowman, pg 164
ISBN 055100150X
Printed in Great Britain by Lowe & Brydone (Printers) Ltd, London
© Cowman Publications 1950

 
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