Slightly Obsessed #067 "In the Shadow of His Wings" (Weekly Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2014-04-02 07:28:25
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were unwilling. –Matthew 23:37
A hen with her chicks is a vivid picture of a protective momma.
When I was growing up, I had a calico cat named Roseanne. Roseanne was an outdoor cat who loved to roam our eight acres of Idaho countryside. She was never spayed until her later years and was one of the most prolific cats I have ever seen –much to the dismay of my parents. Roseanne had kittens everywhere: under old boards, in our aging pink DeSoto sedan, in a cozy box if I found her soon enough. One spring she gave birth in the ancient hay barn next to the chicken coop.
We discovered the kittens one day being “mothered” by a setting banty hen whose own nest had been destroyed by a predator. The hen hovered over them as protectively as she would have her own chicks, spreading her wings over them and pecking anyone who threatened her newly adopted babies. Roseanne sat nearby, unwilling to take on the protective –if misguided –hen.
The picture of a mother hen with her chicks is such a strong one that God used it repeatedly in the Old Testament to describe His love toward His people. God longed to have compassion on His people, to gather them up and protect them. Over and over, they rejected Him. They killed the prophets He sent to them. They scattered from under His protection and suffered at the brutal hands of their enemies.
Now God had arrived in the flesh, pouring out Himself in their image in the ultimate act of compassion to His rebel world. Here was their King, their Protector, their Refuge, their Deliverer, standing before them. Still, they didn’t understand.
Jesus wept at the hardness of their hearts.
It’s easy to look back on the people of Jerusalem and see what they missed. And yet, how often do I wander like an errant chick out from under His protective wings and straight into the claws of the predator? Why is it so hard to trust in God’s goodness, His wisdom, His compassion?
Why do I think I can run my own life, when in God’s eyes I’m just as helpless?
The only job a chick has is to stay put and grow up. No one wants to think of themselves as weak. But acknowledging weakness is a good thing. It’s what God’s been waiting to receive from His people:
Confessing our weakness. Returning to His side. Staying put and growing up.
Be gracious to me, O God, be gracious to me,
For my soul takes refuge in You;
And in the shadow of Your wings I will take refuge
Until destruction passes by. – Psalm 57:1
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
Slightly Obsessed #202: A Portrait of Faith: Living to Please God
The Scriptures tell us that it is impossible to please God without faith. But how does pleasing God present evidence of our faith to a dying world?
Slightly Obsessed #201: A Portrait of Faith: Thirsty
The Bible assures us that our faith is the evidence of an unseen world and its promises. But faith is not just belief. It is the expression of our belief before God and man.
So then, what does faith look like?
Slightly Obsessed #200: God Sees Your Despair
She was well-dressed, beautiful, and accomplished. She had just flown across the country to teach at a conference and looked fully the part: Sharp. Witty. Color-coordinated. And she nearly left with that image safely in place, until God revealed her despair.
Slightly Obsessed #199: Let No One Take Your Song
If nothing else good should happen to us except salvation, it is enough to fill our every moment with His praise.
Slightly Obsessed 198: When There is No Way Forward
I can’t tell you what the room looked like, or who was in it besides myself, my husband, our eldest son, some strangers, and the doctor in charge of the unit in which our middle son lay on life support. Kevin had been injured during a trip to Canada, and we...
Slightly Obsessed #197: The Thief at Your Door
Trouble comes in waves, hitting you when you least expect it. In the shadows of the mayhem that descends upon you on any given day, a thief lurks at your door.