Happy Morher's Day.

The little bird...

A little something to put things in perspective... An article in
National Geographic several years ago provided an 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.
Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body,
the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die,
so 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.