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Eagle Soaring and Waiting


 Lake McConoughy has a wonderful eagle viewing facility where migrating bald eagles eat fish on the open waters below the dam.  I love going here.  

At times when I drive through the sandhills I will see a pair of bald eagles hunting.  Various eagles gliding through their day.  They make my heart soar.

Today, I feel like the wind has dropped and my sails are flat.  An overwhelming exhaustion seems to have crept into my very bones.   Physically, spiritually, mentally, emotionally and financially drained.  

And Yet I Wait...

"But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31

The word hope or wait comes from the Greek word qavah.
 I wait, hope, expect, look for and bind together with the Lord.  I put my trust in Him and have confidence that He is who He says He is.

The same word used in Genesis 1:9 when God called together the water into one place.  And as a farmer Is. 5:7 waits/looks for the grapes to come on the vines.

To wait in expectation.  Not in apathy or passivity.  Not in a sit on my butt and feel sorry for myself way.  

Will renew their strength.  chalaph . to pass on or away, pass through, pass by, go through, grow up, change, to go on from, come on anew, sprout again, substitute, alter, show newness (tree).  Renewing and reviving.

They shall mount up/soar on wings like eagles.  alah.  Cause to ascend. Rouse.  Stir up.  Put on fresh feathers.he eagle was thought to moult and renew his feathers, and with them his strength, in old age (so the Septuagint, Vulgate, Ps 103:5) Jamieson-Fausset-Brown Bible Commentary


I will run and not grow weary.  I shall walk and not faint.

So today I am binding myself to God and trusting Him for everything in my life.  For healing, provision and strength and His energy. I'm waiting on Him.  

Cleaning and doing dishes and gardening and waiting.





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