Hezekiah and soaring

This evening I was reading a devotion out of Streams in the Dessert by L.B. Cowman. I read a devotion out of this once daily but this evening decided to go back in the book and read another one. What I read brought me to tears, well what doesn't bring me to tears lately. I am just going to copy what it says becuase there does not need to be an explanation, it speaks perfectly where I want and need to be.

They will soar on wings like eagles. (Isaiah 40:31)

There is a fable about the way birds first got their wings. The story goes that initially they were made without them. Then God made the wings, set them down before the wingless birds, and said to them, "Take up these burdens and carry them."
The birds had sweet voices for singing, and lovely feathers that glistened in the sunshine, but they could not soar in the air. When asked to pick up the burdens that lay at their feet, they hesitated at first. Yet soon they obeyed, picked up the wings with their beaks, and set them on their shoulders to carry them.
For a short time the load seemed heavy and difficult to bear, but soon, as they continued to carry the burden and to fold the wings over their hearts, the wings grew attached to their little bodies. They quickly discovered how to use them and were lifted by the wings high into the air. THE WEIGHTS HAD BECOME WINGS.

This is a parable for us. We are the wingless birds, and our duties and tasks are the wings God uses to lift us up and carry us heavenward. We look at our burdens and heavy loads, and try to run from them, but if we will carry them and tie them to our hearts, they will become wings. And on them we can then rise and soar toward God. J.R. Miller

There is no burden so heavy that when lifted cheerfully with love in our hearts will not become a blessing to us. God intends for our tasks to be our helpers; to refuse to bend our shoulders to carry a load is to miss a new opportunity fo rgrowth.
No matter how overwhelming, any burden God has lovingly placed with his own hands on our shoulders is blessing. Frederick William Faber