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 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.
-- Author Unknown
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his
wings you will find refuge."
Psalm 91:4
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