When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches.
Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice.
A couple of years ago, I watched a mama and daddy quail do a practice drill with their babies. He sounded the alarm from the fence post, even no danger was anywhere I could see. Mama quail quivered her wings, and one by one the dozen or so quarter-sized babies hid under her feathers. Not a one downy head or body could be seen, not a peep from a frightened baby. Daddy quail watched proudly from the top of the post.
In a minute or two there must have been an all-clear sounded, because the tiny chicks popped out here and there, happily scratching and investigating which things were edible and which were not, always staying close by their parents.
We can be like those little baby quail sometimes. Things get rough, and we really want a mama or daddy to protect us, to hide us from the threat.
He's there. We can hide in Him, in the shadow of His wings. No matter how long it takes, He is there. We can trust Him. Every fear we've had, He has known too. Any pain we've had, He's experienced worse. He understands the agony, the heartsickness.
Thank You, Jesus. We need the shadow of Your wings. We need to know You care, that You know how we feel. Thank You, Lord. Amen.