An article in National
Geographic several years ago provided a
penetrating picture of God's wings.
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.
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
could have flown to safety but had refused to
abandon her babies. When the blaze had
arrived and the heat had singed her small body,
the mother remained steadfast. She
had been willing to die so those under the cover
of her wings would live.
will cover you with his feathers, and under his
wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
Psalm 91:4 (NIV)
GOD'S LITTLE ACRE
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