He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust!” … He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you make seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark. Psalm 91:1,4
I grew up in a big city, and it took moving to a bush village in West Africa to familiarize me with chickens. They were suddenly a huge part of my life – always pecking around underfoot, crowing before the sun even thought about rising, getting all suicidal by running in front of my truck. African friends gave me dozens. Poultry was the accepted “thank you” gift, even if all I was being thanked for was a visit and a nice, long chat.
Mostly, I just endured my new feathered annoyances … I mean friends. But, the one thing I loved about them was watching a mother hen with her fluffy little brood of chicks. At night, she’d snuggle them down under her wings. They’d disappear – hidden under her body. How safe and secure those little ones were. Nothing was going to get them that didn’t go through Mother Hen first.
I loved watching that because of these verses. Finally, I could picture it – God, snuggling me under His wings, protecting me from predators that would love to dine on my downy weakness. God, hiding me in his vastness.
That isn’t to say that physical harm won’t assail me. Jesus made it clear that often, following Him will bring us into danger. But, those perils can only destroy my body. My soul, the true me, is safely hidden with God, whether I dwell on Earth or in Heaven.
And Satan’s firey darts, the doubts and fears and faith-snatchers he hurls at me? If I stay hidden under God’s wings, those things can’t hurt me.
My God is a shield and bulwark for me. How thankful I am to be hidden in Him.