in the shadow of your wings...

My daddy gave the best hugs.  He stood 5'10", which was a perfect height for me to bury my head in his underarm when we hugged.  He had broad shoulders, long arms, and large hands...all of the necessary parts to give great hugs.  When my head was buried in his chest, I felt safe...all was right with the world...even if things were chaotic...it was a safe place...it was a refuge for me.

A few days ago, I needed one of my daddy's hugs.  I was tired.  My allergies were out of whack.  I had made one too many commitments.  I wasn't quite sure where to go to feel safe.  Then, it was as if, God Himself spoke to me and said...I am your refuge.  Bury your head in my chest.  Let me hide you under the shadow of my mighty wing.  

I am thankful that my Heavenly Father knows what I need before it is even uttered from my mouth.  I am thankful that He blessed me with an earthly father who knew how to make me feel appreciated...valued...safe.  

"You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water.  I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you...Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. I cling to you; your right hand upholds me."--Psalm 63: 1-3, 7-8.