I was sitting in an airport
A million years ago…
(It was probably more like thirty,
But you get the idea.)
Anyhoo,
I was waiting to board a flight home.
I had been visiting
My brother and his family
In British Columbia.
While sitting there,
I heard the announcement.
Our departure would be delayed
For approximately an hour
Because they had to
Replace an engine.
Oh, goody!
I was a teenager,
Flying by myself.
Yikes!
I guess it was
Better to find out it
Needed replacing
While the plane was
On the ground.
Engines.
Wings.
Etc.
They’re all important.
We want them to work.
We don’t want to even consider
The possibility that they won’t.
Consider the bird
With the broken wing.
How awful it must be
For a bird to be earthbound.
Birds were meant
For the skies.
Yet,
Unless its wing is bound
And it remains grounded
Until the wing heals,
The bird won’t fly again.
Its departure will be
Forever delayed.
And then
There’s me.
I want to spread my wings
And soar.
But I find myself
Needed
On Terra Firma.
Sometimes
The greatest privilege
Is to tend
The wounded,
The hurting.
With a hug,
I can apply the splint.
But
Only with prayer
Can I make
The most important difference of all.
I can tend the wound
But I can’t
Heal it.
So,
To the Healer
I pray,
“Please fix what’s broken.”
And He will.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3, ESV).