A Mother's Wings

An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a very 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 the bird over with a stick.
When he 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.
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." (Psalm 91:4)