"He that dwelleth in the secret place of
the Most High
shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord
HE is my refuge and my fortress
in HIM will I trust.
Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler;
and from the noisome pestilence.
He shall cover thee with His feathers
and under His wings shalt thou trust:
His truth shall be thy shield and buckler."
This painting entered my heart last year and at that time a sketch was formed.
Not until this winter did I tackle the water color and complete the thought.
Sometimes you create with someone in mind
but in this case, this is me.
My life, my story, my heart and knowledge (albeit minuscule) of God
in His tender care of me - even in the midst of raging storm
- perhaps even storms that rage only within my flawed human flesh and incomprehension
of what's necessary for God's glory to be revealed.
I am so glad to say that in this season I find my spirit rejoicing in His feathers
as if I were the baby bird in a cozy springtime nest.
But my heart aches for those I know of even now who are pummeled by the noisome pestilence.
It is their heart I pray, experiences the refuge of His wings.
His love ever tender.