Flying means reaching the sky and beyond. Skies are the limit it is said. Starting with a jump, riding on the clouds, then reaching high heights off the ground.
Does that mean being superior, above the rest, in control or being a success? Is it about fame, achieving impossible for the rest, is it?
Up is above, like a place of faith, like a realm of optimism where our aspirations take flight. A hidden sunflower nearby, silently singing hope and ability to rise and shine. Swaying with the rhythm of nature of who you were made to flourish.
While a bright yellow flag you won’t see, yet still stunning shines await you beautiful scents still blowing all over you, claiming you, marking you for greatness.
Regardless of the stains and dark gallows, approval will settle in among men and Him who is reason why faith speaks. So hope will come! No, He already is here, just to warm you in the storms, and find peace, right where you are.
fragrant Christ poetry…
Fragrance of Christ 