Every night when my husband and I are getting ready to fall asleep, Vern jumps up on our bed, pushes his way between our bodies, and settles in for the night. On the other hand, Bee, our Frenchie with longer legs than Vern, has never learned the art of jumping. She settles for a bed with a couple of doggie blankets on the floor below.
I never thought about the ability to jump as much as I have since I fractured my leg. Given I can’t put any weight on my left foot, if I am to move over a barrier or down or up a flight of steps, I have to jump. Now, I don’t know about you, but as time has passed, my body doesn’t leave the ground as easily as it did when I was younger.
It’s strange how some people can leave the ground with the greatest of ease while others stay put in their situations. This can be true both physically and spiritually. We can all have the tendency to be like Bee, settling on the floor below. But then for some reason or another, we are forced to jump.
“But those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)
No matter our situation, we were created to not only jump but soar.
Vern can clearly jump onto whatever piece of furniture he wants to. Bee has to wait for someone to pick her up and is usually bound to the ground. I’m discovering the ability to jump can be difficult, but possible. And as I recover from my upcoming surgery, I’m hoping I will eventually soar.