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Under thy Wings

An article in National Geographic several years ago painted an incredible
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
statues quelyon the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by
the eerie sight, he knocked the bird over with a stick. Upon doing so,
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 singed her small body, the mother had remained
steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of
her wings would live. Psalm 91:4 He shall cover thee with his feathers,
and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and