I Am At My Best When I Am A Kite

I’ll admit it, I get emotional when I fly a kite.

A few years ago, I bought one on a whim at the beach, and now it’s become one of my favorite traditions. No one ever taught me how to fly it, and honestly, I’m still not very good at it. But it hardly seems to matter. The wind is so much stronger than the kite. Once it catches the breeze, it has no choice but to surrender to where the wind leads.

Watching that always reminds me of what life with the Holy Spirit should look like. We often fight for control, convinced we know what’s best. But every time I’ve insisted on my own way, I’ve missed the greater plan God had for me.

The kite reminds me that true freedom isn’t found in holding tighter. It’s found in surrender.

And yes, I still tear up when I fly one. Partly because it’s a beautiful picture of God’s grace, and partly because I remember all the times I resisted His leading, only to realize later that He was trying to bless me all along.