After my sparse but poignant cry for help, I got up and put the kettle on. Looking at the view as I awaited the kettle to boil, right above me in the cloud formation was a flawless image of an eagle; detailed feathers outspread in the sky, faultless hooked, razor-sharp beak, the dark bead of an eye in exactly the right spot and exactly the right shape, sitting within the exquisite, clear-cut curvature of the head. Not a wisp of cloud out of place. He was gazing my direction. Too perfect to be coincidental. I knew God’s hand was in this image; a heavenly message on the earthly plain.
The eagle; a symbol of divine strength, God’s power and protection, spiritual vision and an ability to soar above challenging situations.
Isaiah 40:31 “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles, they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint.”
A perfect vision and a perfect word for this moment in time, one which did bring a settling to my heart and one which I will cherish for a long time to come.
This is a storm in a teacup.
There’s more to this story…
Angry at myself initially, because I was so rattled by the whole thing, I did ask God’s forgiveness. It was then I remembered the words – I laugh at disaster and famine (Job 5:22); a verse used to describe a state of security and confidence through God’s protection. Shortly after, I came across a clip, an interview Lisa Bevere gave with Jordan Rubin (author of; The Biblio Diet).
Jordan Rubin was given a diagnosis of cancer and decided to treat it with prayer not chemo. He said every time he received test results, he was so scared, his hands shook. His hands shook so much that one day he dropped the glass of water he was holding and it shattered in pieces on the floor.
I imagined at this time, that he may have felt the shattered glass to represent his life in this moment; if he’d have allowed that thought to remain and take hold. I don’t expect he did allow that thought for long, if he had the thought at all.
A husband and father of young children, it was almost too much for Rubin to bear. His doctor had told him if he didn’t do treatment, he had a 100% chance of dying with this type of cancer. With prayer and a healthy diet only, he is now cancer free.
The fact that the incident rattled him helped me enormously. It rattled him but he stuck to his guns and became an overcomer. This selling of the property without even telling us rattled me, but I kept holding onto the vision of the eagle and of my new home, one promised to me twelve months ago.
I do have money to buy a place but I want to hold on until I see the house God has shown me, which I’m not expecting to come forth until next October. For a brief instant I felt that vision slipping quietly away, as I thought I’d need to buy now and not wait, however my daughter has kindly offered to let me stay with her, until the required wait time is up.
It’s the unknown; Rubin had to have faith God would heal him, in spite of not knowing for sure. I have to have faith God does have a home for me, in spite of not knowing for sure. For that is what faith is; the hope of things not seen.
In spite of moments of terror, Rubin was healed. I was pleased to see, not that he had these terrors, but that God blessed his faith even with moments of fear throughout his ordeal. My hope is for the same; the house to come through, in spite of the major setbacks I’ve had in waiting for this home; in spite of my own terrors through the hiccups in attaining the promise, for this is the third major hurdle I’ve had to contend with on this promise of my own home.
Satan and his itty-bitty cohorts are trying their best but my God is the greater God. Great and mighty is my God.
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