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Under The Wings Of His Protection

Psalm 91: 4, "He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."


I have always loved this verse but I have to be honest. Bird feathers seem flimsy. I have learned that like everything else God creates they are amazing. Feathers are smooth and fluffy. The smooth part has stiff barbs with tiny hooks that lock together like the prongs of a zipper. The fluffy part keeps a bird warm. So the bird is protected from wind and rain. Baby birds are covered in a fluffy down and their stiff feathers haven’t fully developed. So a mother bird has to cover them in the nest with her own feathers to protect them from wind and rain. This reminds me that we can not do it our self! We need God's protection. He is the safest place to be! If you want protection from the storm, get under God's wings!


You have probably seen a mother hen wanting to protect her chicks. She does not run to those little chicks and jump on top of them to protect them. She squats down, spreads her wings and clucks. The baby chicks come running from all directions. They run under her outstretched wings. Then the mother pulls her wings down tight over her babies. She tucks each chick in tight under her. Anything trying to get to those chicks will have to go through her!


This reminds me that God is always calling us but it is up to us to go to Him. We have free will just like those baby chicks. I am sure there have been many times that God would have liked to comfort me under his wings but I did it my way.


Are you under the wings of God's protection? He is calling you.

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