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 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.
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.
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