God's wings

Yesterday's blog was my heart and still in many ways feels like my story. It's pretty cloudy today but as much as the weather tells me to frown and curl up in a ball, contrary to popular belief, my soul is telling me to rejoice. I want my rain gear so badly but instead I am going to run to a safe shelter - a hideaway spot that doesn't dismiss the rain itself but simply protects me from its impairment.

A friend reminded me yesterday of something so simple yet so profound and true for our lives in every moment. And she said just this: "Did you know that a mother hen doesn't chase after her chicks when there is danger? She simply spreads her wings and her chicks are to come to her." Wow! Have I missed the entire point of my heavenly father and his role within my life or what? This creator, this God, this savior, this friend that sent his son to DIE on a cross for ME desires to protect me. I fail every minute of everyday, I miss the mark at times, I look for self-gratification, I expect others to fulfill me, I frantically thumb through life looking for joy and yet He still wants me back. And this father that sees me in harms way at times in my life doesn't run after me but simply makes Himself available as if to say, "My child, I'm right here; my arms are opened. Come. You know I'm accessible, now just trust that I can and will protect you."

I want God to cover me with his wings. I want my life to be protected with His hand and His hand alone upon it.