Taking the Wings of the Morning


If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.   – Psalm 139:9-10

One of my favorite passages from the Bible took on more significant meaning during the worse days of my illness.  Like most people would, I felt completely trapped by my sudden limitations. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move around on my own.  I could not even feed myself.

I was afraid that I would be forever trapped in a place of having lost my abilities. I was afraid I had lost myself completely.  I longed to “take the wings of the morning” as the Psalmist said, and transport myself to a better place. Yet even in that frightening place, I felt the strong sense that God’s right hand was holding me securely. For that I am truly grateful.

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