Highaseaglesfly

    The traffic was heavy and the trucker was getting very nervous because he was running late.
     He had spent a lot of time with his family before going on the road so he calmly settled in his seat relaxed and let out a big sigh of relief that he was not upset at not arriving with his load on time.
     While he was growing up his mama always said, "son never fret when things seem to go wrong because the Lord is always there holding your hand".
      He would ask her; " where is God, Mama?" She tried to explain pointing up toward the sky. "Buddy,
God is high high up behind those clouds."   " Mama," he would question- " Is God higher than the eagles fly?" One lesson his mother learned was not to under-
estimate a child's inquisitiveness. So she began to talk about how much the Lord loved him. "This much, mama?", his little arms stretching as far out from his frail body as they could reach. "Yes, Buddy, and more than that". "We cannot know how big, deep and wide God's love for us is."
    As the trucker pulled his rig off the road slowly making his way down to the scale....he began to look back on that day when his mama told him of God's love. A sense of joy just filled his heart as he remembered back in the days of his childhood and those long talks with his mama.
Once she told him of how an eagle would be careful to avoid danger but when it had to defend itself it used its powerful legs. They were its weapon.
She said, " do you know we have to also avoid danger in the world but the Lord has given us a weapon too and it is stronger than an eagles legs".   She explained how they are bold but graceful and that Chirstians were suppose to be that way too. Buddy did not forget the weapon we have that is like the eagles wings...he would ask "mama, what is our weapon?" "The Word of God, Buddy; always carry it with you and boldly stand for what you believe."
A big smile was on the trucker's face as he approached
the scales....he had been drown into just looking back
at his own childhood. What his family had meant to him. How proud of his own son he was.
It just hit him as he could hear the words he asked his mama -" Mama, if I carry my sword will I be able to soar higher than the eagles?"
He had to roll out of the truck by this time and it seemed like a ton of bricks was lifted off his shoulders as he felt cleansed and free as a bird!

Keep Our Trucker's In Your Prayers!