Glide
I watch a bird gliding through the air above the treetops, against the deep blue sky, and my soul cries out.
There it is...the glide, the sense of flying as if floating above all else; not unconcerned, but unburdened. The freedom and comfort in that gliding is a sense of confidence in a way that knows God is the air, and gave the wings for this.
To fly above it awhile, free to see, free to feel, free of worry and missing out or mis-stepping; free to land gracefully without concern, and where needed or desired is a quiet longing in the soul. This is what God gives, but we often keep just walking and running, looking up longingly.