I have been watching the baby birds outside my bedroom window this morning. The nest is holding three growing, softly feathered little gray birds who, while Mom and Dad have been at work, have been peeking from out from their nests looking curiously at the world around them. "Where is our Mommy?" they seemed to be asking each other, and I was wondering the same thing. Not to fear. After the rain set in, one of the parents returned to the nest, and covered the babies safely under his outspread wings. The wings are repelling the rain drops, perfectly covering the nest, and Dad (or Mom) is alert, ever watchful.
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
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