Under His 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 over the bird 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 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.
Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body,
the mother had
remained steadfast … because she had been willing to die, so 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)

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