Wings like Eagles

The last time I went to visit my Dad,  I sat and sketched the wheelchair he had recently been using, while he was sleeping.  He passed away later that night.  After his Memorial service, I jotted down the verse we used,  Isaiah 40:31, but I didn't know how, or if, or when I would ever finish that page or the one facing it.  The night before last,  I was going through my sketchbook wanting to finish anything left undone before starting a new book, when I came to that page from two years ago.  It suddenly seemed right to paint an eagle across both pages.