Another Ecclesiastes

In Freefall to Fly, Rebekah Lyons uses her story to tell the story of many women, including mine. It’s a tale of pain, panic attacks, fear, and God’s rescue. Her circumstances differed from mine in significant ways, and yet the trajectory of our healing was strikingly similar. In spite of the connection I felt with Ms. Lyons, I sadly confess that the book did not touch me on any other level. The writing was choppy and the story presented like so many puzzle pieces scattered through the pages. So many details were omitted that most of the time I felt I was viewing her life through a patchy fog.

While reading Freefall to Fly, I was reminded of the book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible. Most of that book tells all the wonderful things Solomon did in his life. After every type of activity—art, building, farming, pleasure, etc.—he said repeatedly that everything was futile. Ninety-nine per cent of Ecclesiastes is about his life and perhaps one per cent is about God. I got that same sense of focused inward looking in Freefall to Fly. God rescued both Rebekah Lyons and I, but her writing style did not bring back to me that sense of wonder, gratitude, and glory that I know she must have also experienced as she fell into God’s hands.

I am further down the road (age wise at least) than Ms. Lyons, so I would not be surprised to discover, in a few years, that she had written another book. With more maturity, I think she will find that God leads her through many seasons of activities. Just as it states in Ecclesiastes, there is a season for everything, for every activity under the sun. Those seasons will ebb and flow, changing in the natural course of life. When we let go of attempting to control our lives and give Him total control, He uses what we do to transform us into what He designed us to be.

A caterpillar can’t fly. He can only give up being a caterpillar and wrap up in a cocoon to die. While we’re in the “doing” mode, God is shaping us in the cocoon. The day finally comes, however, when no amount of using our gifts satisfies. Then God splits open the cocoon and we discover we have the glory of wings and we fly without restraint because He has turned us into butterflies. That’s the book Ms. Lyons has yet to write.