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*`+`*~ REFUGE OF GOD'S WINGS~*`+`*~
*`+`*~ REFUGE OF GOD'S WINGS~*`+`*~
(sharing email circular`
origin: article from National Geographic
several years ago!).....
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
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'He will cover you with His feathers,
.......And under His wings you will find refuge.'
(Psalm 91:4)
My instructions were to send this to people
that I wanted God to bless and I picked you.
Please pass this on to people you want to be blessed.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when you
can share it with someone Special.
There is a sense in which a noble, true, and faithful human life—
is a refuge to many others. But the best human refuges are
only frail and temporary. You turn some day for shelter—
and find your friend dead.
Then when the shock comes, the temptation, the sorrow, the fear,
the danger—-and you want to fly to him, he is not there,
and you are left to fall. Human refuges are well in their place,
as gifts of God, as shelters for an hour; but you need to have
the Rock of Ages for your refuge! Then you will never find
your hiding place removed, when you need to flee into it.
In any hour you can creep into that shelter, and sing:
J. R. Miller, 1912
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Your bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on You is stayed,
All my help from You I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of Your wing!
J. R. Miller, 1912
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author's note:
The above Inspirational Story
touches my heart, reminding me of
God's Guidance and Mercy
when as a young mother of small children,
living in High Sierras of California,
an uncontrollable brush fire swept around
our home and surroundings in the high hills
demolishing all trees and vegetation
around our home, stables and corrals, ,
Upon returning, after being rescued
by the LA County Fire Dept. Firefighters''
there stood our unscathed home amidst
a barren land of ashes and soot,
and on a hillside adjacent to the untouched
stables was our pet hen, cuddled at the
entrance of a small cave/like crevice
in the rock formation, with six of her
her baby chicks resting comfortably
under her soothed but safe wings!...
a bitter-sweet scene of God's Almighty Hand!
`a lesson of faith learned a long time in passing!
`Amen, Thanks be to God Our Savior!
(true story)
Janie a.k.a.~'MJB'~
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