Sweetboy, and then, Sweetgirl, fell in love with a children’s album by the Bare Naked Ladies, a few years ago. On it was one particular song that Sweetman felt he could tolerate. It quickly became “Daddy’s song”. It was titled, “Here Come the Geese”.
It has a soothing melody, and for that, Sweetman and I are eternally grateful. As, we had to listen to it on repeat eleventy hundred, plus one, times. Whenever we’d get to the chorus, the word “flying in a V formation” always harked me back to a particular verse from the Psalms.
I don’t know you very well. And, I certainly don’t know your heart. But, I think most of us are trying very hard to figure out who, exactly, stands with us.
Whether we’re seeking those willing to stand shoulder-to-shoulder politically, spiritually, emotionally, or any other -ally, we’re searching.
And when I search, I always find Grace sweeping in to my right, or left. In those moments when I’m looking backwards (and nothing good ever seems to come out of that, for me), He’s there. And when I’m more forward thinking, I can just make out the shadow of Grace, watching.
Isn’t that just like Him? Hemming us in, in all of the right ways. Leading us on, into greater and greater love.
Being our Wingman.
Even, maybe especially, when we didn’t even know we needed one?
Because, I don’t know about you, but I find myself in plenty of “dangerous flying environments”, on account of all the spunk.
And, an Eternal Wingmate is a lovely way to think of Grace.
Don’t you think?
This is post 4, as part of my contribution toward the #write31days going on over here.