As I was walking, I noticed the white feather on the ground.
Looking at my photograph now, I see water droplets adorning it like spheres of ice on a snowy meadow.
Feathers intrigue me.
Perfect in form and perfect for the animals who possess them.
The psalmist speaks of God protecting us:
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress,
my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely He will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
I don’t remember ever having thought of this before, but tonight, “Surely He will save you from the fowler’s snare” stood out to to me.
A fowler is someone who hunts for wild birds.
A snare is something they would use in order to catch them.
So, it is saying that God will save us from whatever the bird catcher is coming after us with.
The very next sentence says, “He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge;”
I understand that this is metaphorical, but I don’t remember ever thinking about myself as a bird that was being hunted and that God, who is being pictured as having feathers and wings like a bird, is protecting me.
The divinely strong feathers and wings of my heavenly Father will protect my weak and spindly feathers and wings as I take refuge in Him.
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