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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. 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) 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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