Flying Like Eagles

Kaylin softly sang a song as she zipped her suitcase. "They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles
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"Time to go," called Dad.

Reluctantly, Kaylin turned and followed her parents to the car. Usually she loved going to church retreats, but this time, Lyra, her best friend, wouldn't be there. Lyra had died just two weeks before. A tear trickled down Kaylin's cheek, and she hastily rubbed it away as she slid into the backseat of the car, closed the door, and fastened her seat belt.

"All set?" asked Dad. Kaylin nodded.

"I liked the song you were singing," said Mom.

Kaylin bit her lip so she wouldn't start crying again. "It was one of Lyra's favorites."

"I remember hearing her sing it," said Dad, and as he backed out of the driveway, he began singing the song. Mom and Kaylin joined him.

"Dad, what exactly does it mean to mount up with wings as eagles?" asked Kaylin when they finished singing. "We can't really fly."

Dad smiled.