This is a true story that happen a few years ago and
I would like to share it. After a forest fire in Yellowstone
National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a
mountain to assess the inferno's damage.
One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes,
perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a
tree. Somewhat sickened by the errie sight, he knocked
over the bird with a stick. When he struck it three tiny
chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings.
The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster,
had carried her offspring to the base of a tree and had
gathered them under her wings. Instinctiverly knowing
that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown
to safety but had refuse to abandon her babies. When
the blaze had arrived and the heat has scorched her
small body the mother had remained steadfast. Because
she had been willing to die so those under her wings
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his
wings you will find refuge.