An article in The National Geographic
several years ago provided a penetrating
picture of God's wings.
After a fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest
rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the
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 the bird
over 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 the impending disaster ,
had carried her offspring off to the base of a tree & had
gathered them under her wings. Instinctively knowing
the toxic smoke would rise, she was concerned only
with protecting her young. She could have flown to safety,
but 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.