Chapter 16
It is often said with comforting assurance: “Don’t worry—God will sort everything out for you.” While this sentiment offers solace, it risks painting a misleading picture of divine, as if faith were a call to stand idle while waiting for intervention. Scripture assures us that “God works all things together for the good” (Romans 8:28), but this working is rarely a matter of intervention alone. More often, it is a weaving—a mysterious collaboration where God’s grace meets our willing steps, and where trust is not passive waiting but courageous participation.
A better understanding might be this: God does not act instead of us but alongside us—empowering, sustaining, and calling us into active trust. He is not merely a fixer of problems; He is the wind beneath our wings, the strength that enables us to rise and to fly to begin with.
“But those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.”
(Isaiah 40:31, NKJV)
This is the mystery of divine partnership: We stretch out our wings—and He provides the wind. We lean into the unseen, and He lifts us—renewing our strength, so we do not grow weary, so we do not faint.
Consider the eagle, soaring for hours without a single beat of its wings. It does not fight the air; it surrenders or accesses the thermal currents—those invisible, rising forces that bear it effortlessly upward. The bird expends no frantic effort, only positions itself where the wind can carry it.
He does not ask us to strive in helpless exhaustion, nor to wait in paralyzed passivity. He calls us to trust, to align and to move with Him in surrendered strength.
Modern psychology calls this the “flow state”—that rare and luminous harmony where effort and ease become one. It is not found in idle waiting, but in engaged trust—when challenge meets capacity, when skill meets surrender.
We labor, yet we are carried. we step out, yet we are upheld. The wind beneath our wings is real—yet it stirs only when we dare to spread them. We were never made to flap in endless struggle, but to soar on currents of grace.
Wishing a windy start to this new week!
Philemon