Did you ever have a cape when you were a kid? The kind of cape that made you feel like you could fly? Maybe it was your trusty blanket...
Running and jumping, the cape would take flight behind you and you felt like an invincible superhero. For those moments you were soaring and there wasn't a star you couldn't reach. The couch became your tall building and you could leap it in a single bound.
Then there were the times when the cape would get stuck on a doorknob or on a clumsy piece of furniture. Or maybe your big brother purposely stepped on it when you sat down and you were unaware. Ready to take off for flight, you were abruptly jerked back down to earth with a red mark about your neck and a bruised ego. Sometimes it made you downright angry. And you didn't feel like flying again. It wasn't worth the risk.
Sometimes I feel like my cape still gets stepped on. Some days I feel as though I'm soaring in the heights, and other days I am dropped into a valley. I am humbled as I look to the mountain, and I wonder if I'll ever have the courage to fly again. Maybe I'd rather just avoid another neck wound.
And sometimes I step on other people's capes. I ground them, often without even meaning to. I don't give them room to grow and continue on their journey. Or I withhold complete forgiveness, still keeping the corner of the cape in between my fingers. I can't, or won't, just let it go. When I finally do, I marvel at the miracle of flight, and my heart feels like soaring again, too.
...but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles...