A little something to put things in perspective...
An article in National Geographic several years ago provided
an interesting picture of God's wings.
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest
rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the
inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally
petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at
the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he
knocked over the bird with a stick.
When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from
under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly
aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to
the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings,
instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise.
She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon
her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had
scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast.
Because she had been willing to die those under the cover of
her wings would live.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you
will find refuge." (Psalm 91:4)
