They say that you give the lens to others to see you.
I found the truth in that recently.
When I was told that I had the capability to fly, I almost laughed.
He said naturally I can. I’m just still learning how to. And I thought no, that’s not true. I may not know what I am, but I don’t believe I’m that qualified, or cool or that worth it.
Yet beyond the walls of my heart I felt the grounds shaking. I felt like some sort of breath was breathed into me. Like a resuscitation process. As though I was dead for a while, and suddenly brought back to life.
I think my dad put the paddles of defibrillators to my chest. That night I sat on my sister’s couch in Townsville and wrote the story of the four kingdoms.
How the north princess was shot with an arrow in the chaos of the raid of the kingdom. She didn’t have the healing power that the third prince had, so she fell. Fell from the convocation of eagles, to the dark lands they were only meant to be flying over.
A lot can happen when you get knocked out. You can go unconscious. You can sleep for so long. You can forget everything.
But when someone speaks life to you, revival starts, like a rebirth.
I felt fourteen again. The last time I had a decent full on proper good self-esteem. The last time I actually saw wings, and eagles. The times I thought soaring through storms was possible. The times I saw Myles Munroe’s words come to life. The times I actually applied the concepts of not being an orphan because our Father was Royalty.
We give everyone we meet the lenses we use to look into the mirror. What you see before you walk out of the door, how you see yourself, that is how others will see you. We give consent. We give either the free aura or the slave aura. Yet we are saddened or angered when they echo to us what we just told them.
Since the day the electrodes gave me electric shock, I kept surprising myself with the confidence I felt. I would come back to the room after going out, reflect and wonder where the strength or the confidence came from.
So when I’m about to run, or hide, I’d feel my wings flutter. And then I’ll feel it ready to spread. Like when an eagle is ready to fly into the storm. And this stops me from running or hiding. To instead fly straight into the winds, into the thunders so I can find myself soaring.
I thanked God for His goodness, and righteousness and most of all His love and the truth of His Words. Let’s not forget that His word does say life and death is in the power of the tongue. Or that you reap what you sow . Or that He wrote you before you came to life. And He is God. He is the only Living God. He is so powerful, His Words are the definition of life.
Look into the mirror with the lens of truth. Walk down the street. Stand in a crowd of millions. And feel your wings again. So when the world sees you, they will echo the notes you sing them. Wings, and eagles, and kings and queens, prince and princesses, royalty, nobility.
“ Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” – Philippians 4:8