Ever Feel Like an Eagle?

High on a perch the young eagle trembled

Some feathers downy and still white as snow.

Far down below in the valley so treacherous

Canyons are sounding mid dense clouds of smoke.

 "Soar!" called his father,"Soar over the mountains!"

 "But what if I fall to the chasm below?"
"I'll bear you up on my wings strong and faithful,
I'll bear you up while stronger you grow.

But still did he linger with eyes glazed with horror;
Still did he fear the tumult below.
 "Rise up!" cried his mother,
 "Rise up!" called his father, "Soar high above and follow a star!"
So then he took wing while help hovered near him
And reached for the heavens he had seen from afar.
He felt the keen breezes fluffing his pinions,
He felt the night airways guiding him on.
He felt so alive as he soared with the currents
He sang in his heart a victorious song.

     O.K, that sounds great, and I have found it is thrilling to fly, spiritually, above the tumult far below.  But it seems like the Evil One has tied a string to my foot while I was sleeping, and how he  tugs when I struggle to soar. Remember those days when everything would go wrong? I think that is when a certain Mischevious Imp is paying a little too much attention to us, and would love to keep us grounded.Won't it be great when that string breaks and we can soar straight to Heaven where never again will we be vexed by a million cares that make it so hard--now--to break through the clouds to the sunlight high above.
     But on the other hand, there are times when that string seems to be let out a long ways like the one on a kite, and oh the joy of soaring through glorious experiences.....with Jesus!