An article in National Geographic
several years ago provided a penetrating 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
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.
Being loved this much should make a difference in your life. Remember those who love
you, and then, be different because of it ~ be better because of it. Love is the
ultimate gift.
I know "we" as mothers and fathers would all gladly give our lives for our
children.....if only we had the choice.
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