Vivid panels twist and swoop, as two-dimensional figments come alive in the skies. A matching tail streams behind each one. Kites mesmerize me. I imagine myself riding the air beside them, as if I were meant to glide on the windwaves.

Perhaps I am. Perhaps we all are.

Grounded kites offer little entertainment and less inspiration. Laid on the flat, common places of the world, it cannot draw eyes to the summit of possibilities. It needs breath to raise it above its own potential. The unseen wind’s power lifts the kite to represent dreams beyond the flat, common places we live upon. By aligning with the wind, the kite reveals there is more to life than what we see on earth.

I want to be a kite.

I yearn to align so fluidly with the Spirit that its breath lifts me beyond my own potential to a height that illuminates God’s power. 

How about you? If you ever dreamed of gliding above the world, plan to catch the Spirit waves and rise to divine brilliance.