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.

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 the One who loves you,

. . . and then be different because of it.

"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: