The blue kite

The kite was made of blue rip-stop nylon. I bought it at a toy store in Wilmington, North Carolina. It was a triangular box kite with extended wing panels, suitable for the brisk winds of Wrightsville beach. With “some assembly required” completed, 1100 feet of twenty-pound test monofilament, and a stabilizing tail attached, the kite filled the back of my blue VW squareback. Off to the beach!

Wow! Did that thing fly, or what! I would send my blue kite skyward many times, with all 1100 feet of line out, until it finally fell victim of the surf. It could handle Wrightsville beach winds, but not Wrightsville beach waves.

It’s fun remembering those times. Especially when struggling through the cold gray days of winter. It helps to remember that somewhere in the world, the sun is shining on a Wrightsville beach – and someone may even be flying a kite.

One more thing about that blue kite. With over a thousand feet of line out, I couldn’t see it! It was too high! But the strong tug on my arm told me it was still there.

Sometimes we need to remember something. We don’t need to see God’s presence in our lives to know that he is still there. His tug on our arm invites us to allow ourselves to believe His love for us is still available – even when we can’t see it. He was there in our past, and He is here now.

“I am with you always, even to the end of the world,” was Jesus’ promise to those whose faith rested in Him. He has not changed. He also promised, “I tell you the truth, he who hears My words and believes Him who sent Me, has eternal life, and does not come into judgment, but is passed from death into life.” (John 5:24)

The blue kite finally failed; Jesus never fails.