This morning, I think about refuge. Psalm 2 promises that "blessed are all those who take refuge in God." Sometimes the psalmist refers to this refuge as a "rock, but sometimes this refuge is a place that's "underneath the feathers" of God.
Some days I need a rock. Some days I need soft feathers. Either way, God offers refuge from distress.
We flee to it. We run as fast as we can, hiding under those feathers or standing tall on a rock. Whatever we need, He's our perfect refuge today.
I love thinking of the soft feathers of God in Psalm 91. Don't you?