An article in National Geographic several years ago
provided a penetrating 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 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. When 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)
Being loved this much should make a difference in
your life.
Remember the One who loves you and then, be
different because of it.
(Please pass this on to others you care about :)
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our troubles =
threaten to overwhelm us."
