Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Duckling

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

1 comment:

  1. Such a comforting picture, eh? What a good Father we have!
    This song has been an encouragement to me too: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lF-IsCqGvK0&feature=related

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