Editor’s note: This column by the late Bev Davis originally was published July 14, 2007.
One day, a kite flowing gracefully in the warm, summer wind suddenly bumped into a fluffy white cloud.
“Oh, excuse me,” said the kite. “I was having such a good time flying around I didn’t see you.”
“That’s quite all right,” said the round puffy pillow of air. “Sometimes I get hit by bigger clouds, and they aren’t nearly so polite.”
“It must be so nice just to be able to float around without being attached to something that pulls you down — especially when you least expect it,” the kite said. “I’m attached to this string that puts a lot of limits on where I go and how high I can fly. And when someone pulls on the other end, well, down I go.”
“That’s really too bad,” said the cloud. “It is wonderful to be able to float freely around, but I do have the wind to contend with, you know. It really blows hard on me sometimes, and it can get really pushy. I’m not as free as you might think.”
Just then, a tight pull on the string pulled the distracted kite sharply down just in time to keep it from colliding with a power line.
Drifting down to make sure the kite was OK, the cloud said, “You know, the same thing that lets you rise up to new heights also pulls you down to safety.”
“You’re right,” said the kite with a newfound wisdom. “My string also pulls me out of the path of lightning and rain. The person on the other end pulls me safely to the earth and puts me away in a safe place until the danger has passed. I guess my string isn’t a bad thing after all.”
I wrote that children’s story for a college class. Little did I realize I would come across it years later and see its moral in a new way.
Today, I realized my faith is like that kite’s string. The string has no power of its own, but the Hand that controls it raises me up or lets me down gently according to a Divine perspective of what’s best for me at the time.
God lets me rise to new insights and broadens my perspective of the wonders of creation and the vastness of the love that guides His will for my life.
My faith anchors me to His divine will and enables me to count on Him to pull me back — not stifling me — but grounding me during rough weather.
God has often yanked me out of harm’s way and set me down gently in a spot where I could regroup and get my bearings.
Thankfully, God knows when to let me rise and fall. He knows exactly when to tug gently or yank vigorously to get my attention.
It’s reassuring to know all the ups and downs in my life are not happening in random fashion. Someone I can trust to have my best interests at heart has a secure hold on the string that controls them.