A SAD, BUT HEARTENING STORY!
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
buckler.