One evening when Luther saw a little bird perched on a tree, to roost there for the night, he said,
“This little bird has had it’s supper, and now it is getting ready to go to sleep here, quite secure and content, never troubling itself what its food will be, or where its lodging on the morrow. Like David, ‘it abides under the shadow of the Almighty.’ It sits on its little twig, content, and lets God take care.”
A wonderful sense of calm came over me after reading your short post this morning. Oh, to live, and trust and abide always under the shadow of the Almighty. The birds of the air, I think, do this more consistently than the children of the Lord. : – ). Wish you a wonderful day!
Thank you, Susan. I appreciate your comments and insight so much!