While looking for a poem, I found this, which touches my heart so much. I send it to you as it was originally sent to me years ago. I no longer know the origin of it.
A little something to put things in perspective...
An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a interesting 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 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. 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)
Being loved this much should make a difference in your life. Remember the One who loves you, and then be different because of it.
Don't drive faster than your Guardian Angel can fly.
“She covers me with her feathers
And under her wings I trust,
She covers me with her feathers,
And under her wings I trust….
*Erachman, erahim…….. “
~Song for Dances of Universal Peace, by Kathleen & Paul, Topeka Kansas
(*mercy and compassion)
"Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones; and then when you have accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake." ~Victor Hugo