Two days ago, my nearly three-year-old granddaughter fell and broke her clavicle. Her parents didn’t scold her or demand explanations. They simply scooped her up and held her close. The doctors assure us she’ll heal in a few weeks, but the moment reminded me of Psalm 91:4:
“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is your shield and rampart.”
Have you watched a mother hen with her chicks? At danger’s first whisper, she doesn’t lecture about bravery or distribute miniature armor. She spreads her wings wide and calls them near. “Come here, little ones. Come under my wings.”
This is God’s heart toward you.
When storms rage and your world tilts dangerously, God doesn’t demand proof of your worthiness. He doesn’t require eloquent prayers or flawless behavior. He opens His arms and whispers, “Come to me.”
Today’s battles aren’t yours to face alone. You don’t need to summon extraordinary strength, wisdom, or courage. You simply need to draw close enough to hear His voice: “Under my wings, you are safe.”
A toddler with a broken bone belongs in her parents’ loving arms. You belong under the wings of the One who loves you most—not because you’ve earned it, but because that’s where you’ve always belonged.
I’m Lonnie Davis, and these are thoughts worth thinking.