We went on a bike ride this evening. Wove our way to the lake. It was stormy. All storm. Waves growing, crashing hard. Skies grey and growing darker. Wind swept fast against our face. I looked to my left. Ducks. A whole bunch of them. Feathers tostling in the wind. Faces shivering from storm chill. I look. Hiding under the mama's wing, a duckling. Safe. Protected. The storm still furies, it even grows. But baby has found refuge from it all. Hidden beneath the Mama's wing.
I think. Isn't that the Father's way with me? The storms they fury, they grow. Alone it is too much. I am a duckling trampled by the wind. The waves, they scare me. Yet my Father's wing, it protects me. I am safe. I am warm. I am kept from harm and sheltered from any storm.
This comforts me. I have a Father, He shelters me under His wing. I am safe from any storm.
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart." Psalm 91:4
