Feathers

He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. Psalm 91:4

I have been hanging out under the wings of the Most High for a while now. It is a good place to be. I get plenty of time to study his feathers.

Feathers.
Flight, Fight. Frame.
Wings. Warrior. Writer.

Feathers.
Comfort. Costume. Cover.
Pillow. Plumage. Protection.

The Lord carries me on the wings of the wind. Our flight over the mountains and through the valleys fills my soul with adventure and confidence.

The Lord fights for me. His plume is my quill, the sword that slays all fear and doubt with songs of deliverance, written on the shield of his faithfulness.

The Lord is the author of my being. He hems me in behind and before, framing my life with the endurance of his word.

The Lord is my rest, drawing me to the downy comfort of his kindness. I lay my head upon the peace of his presence.

The Lord is my beauty. He adorns my life with joy and gladness. My life in him is vibrant and colorful.

The Lord is my hiding place. I am sheltered from all danger, nestled close to his heart, where I can hear the steady beat of his love and strength.

Feathers! El Shaddai has great feathers!