I wake up before dawn and look out my window at a light dusting of snow. Out pops a little bird, hopping about in the snowflakes.
Then I wonder, “Where have you slept little one? Did you sleep among the reeds in the ditch? Did you forsake the tree limb for the shelter of the reeds?
You would have not perched yourself too deeply within them. You would have slept in a place where two hops allowed your wings to spread. You would be no food for the predator.”
And then I wonder. Where did I sleep? I slept peacefully under the outstretched wing of the Most High God. I woke to His Glorious covering. Lacking fear, I woke only to stretch my bones, and then to pray; even as the little bird sings his song of joy.
Is this how Jesus slept in the boat while the storm raged around him? Is this how Daniel slept with the Lions, for the weariness of their bodies? Is this how the Apostle Peter slept so soundly in the jail amidst the soldiers? Is this how the Prophet Elijah slept alongside the Kerith Ravine, knowing the wings of a bird would feed him in the morning?
Oh how desire rages within this servant to instill these things in my fellow man! Will you please consider the power of God to sustain your tired soul. His name is Christ Jesus, the Son of God and the Son of Man.
By His Grace