The eagle that flew above me was actually NOT the sign! The sign was the wind beneath its wings.
Today, the day of Christmas Eve, my mind was troubled by unimportant thoughts no longer remembered. The car radio was on, playing a song I was unfamiliar with.
The songstress sang "Noel" with lyrics that included "He's here!" She reminded my a little bit of Shania Twain when she sang a certain couple notes if that might help you to identify her.
The song's message hit its mark. He is HERE! I sharted shouting the refrain: "He IS here!" and started realizing He was in every driver and passenger on the road around me.
That's when the eagle appeared, not once, but twice. The large bird's wings flapped quite a few times after he changed direction before he sailed on the wind. The eagle was not all that far above and in front of us. It seemed like maybe 200 to 300 feet high. The bird was quite a bit bigger than a hawk or a falcon.
As he moved his wings, it struck me. His wings were 'pointing' to something. The SIGN was NEXT to his wings in the wind. God was in the wind that held His beautiful bird aloft. The invisible air was nearly visible and chock full of God's particles that bathed the bird and made it possible for our Creator to show HIMSELF to us.
The eagle was using the same air particles each of us running last minute errands were swallowing through our eyes, lungs and skin.
None of us could be driving or flying without HIS air. The air was solid and not invisible. Its color was "Clear" instead of red, black or blue. If we were drinking pure water and someone were to ask us what color was our drink, we might say, "It was clear." Yet when we drink it, it feels solid.
Air is only solid when we sprint against it or drive through it. Heavy commercial jetliners fly because they are lighter than the air they pass through. Skipping the math, God is holding them up because He is HERE in the air - the air we breathe. He really is as close as our next breath.
That is how the clear particles looked and felt, only "LIGHTER." God compressed His Air for us so we could practically fly across the sky and to let us know He is HERE!
Breathe it in. Share the Air.
"Fly, fly, fly high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings."
- Jeff Silbar and Larry Henley
Pray for me.