A little boy wanted to see an eagle fly. He put some sandwiches in his backpack, got his binoculars, and set out on the plains, saying, “I’m going out there to see the eagles fly.”
The sky was vast and seemed to stretch out forever like an endless blue blanket, but no birds were anywhere in flight. Then, in the distance, he spotted wings. Noo. What he saw was a hawk. After a long wait, another bird came into view,and he grabbed his binoculars, only to discover-a big disappointment-it was a pigeon. He was about to head home, dejected, when far, far, above his head he spied it. Yes! Aaaahh, it was an eagle!
As the magnificent creature soared into the boys view, he was awestruck. The boy had learned about eagles in school but nothing had prepared him for this sighting of a real eagle.
When the eagle spreads his wings, from tip to tip he is eight to nine feet long. The eagle can see two to three miles away. His vision is that keen. The eagle soars at heights where other birds are not able to breathe. The eagle operates at the highest level.
When the eagle spreads its wings, it uses the wind to increase its velocity. So, the greater the storm, the higher the eagle flies, for the storm pushes the eagle higher and higher into the air.
Mesmerized, he watched the winged wonder ascend circle, glide, and maneuver.
Suddenly the eagle swooped down to the ground like a torpedo. He snatched something and took it back up into the air. The boy couldn’t see what it was. The eagle went higher and higher and higher and then stopped. The eagle appeared suspended in midair, as if it had been shot.
Now the eagle was falling, as the little boy looked on, confused. This time, the lion of flying creatures was not diving down with aim or focus, it was plummeting, flapping and failing, flapping and falling. Finally it disappeared from sight.
He had to walk a couple of miles to find the eagle, and when he did, there lay nine feet of wings stretched out, helpless. The eagle was lying down, nose in the dirt. It was dead. The boy kneeled next to the eagle and sobbed.
What killed the eagle?
Cautiously, he turned the eagle over. There, affixed to the great bird’s chest was a weasel-one of the lowliest of common ground critters. This ordinary weasel had bitten through the regal chest,into the heart of the eagle.
…The boy thought..he picked up something that he wouldn’t let go of. Then, he cried…”eagle, you were stronger then the weasel! The weasel could never hurt you if you didn’t pick it up and hold on…”
In the course of your flight if you don’t drop some things, you’ll come crashing down like the eagle. Have you picked up some bad habits, some less than ideal companions, something that’s eating at you? Have you picked up something that is stopping you from living your life to the fullest, blocking you from scaling to heights unknown, and preventing you from doing what you were created to do? If you don’t drop it, it will bring you down.”
You’re an eagle. You were built to fly. Drop the weasel. Hurry up and drop the weasel before it eats the heart out of your thinking .
Excerpt from “Reposition Yourself-Reflections” by T.D. JakesShare on Facebook