Who is Holding Your String?

It is hard to believe that March is here already.  It seems we were just celebrating New Year’s Day.  But we know its March alright.  It would be hard to miss it with the all-out media blitz announcing March Madness. Long before I knew about such a thing as March Madness, the basketball playoffs mania that strikes every March, I experienced a different type of excitement: kite flying.  It was a rite of passage into spring as my siblings and I squealed with delight as the makeshift kites (our dad made) lifted into the air.  We knew nothing about the physics of flying kites, but we had faith in daddy’s ability to make them and the March winds that raised them into the crisp air. We also knew we had to hold onto the ball of twine, while at the same time, releasing enough of it to allow the kite to soar. 

  As I approach my 66th birthday, kite-flying has become sort of a metaphor for my life. I am experiencing the March winds of God’s grace and mercy that allows me to playfully dance in the wind; absolutely free to explore the beauty He has created for me to see and experience.  The reason I am so free is that I trust the One who holds my string. I know He will never let go, because He has promised “never to leave you [me] nor forsake you [me]. 

  Furthermore, I believe the Lord enjoys seeing me dart around from dizzying heights, in unexplored places to view life from different perspectives. My earthly father warned me to “Watch out” for the trees and wires that might snare my kite, but my Heavenly Father goes a step further: He guides me around the dangerous “wires” that might entangle me.  I am so grateful to a loving and omnipotent God for guiding my kite and holding my string.  Who is holding your string?