If you listen closely, you may actually hear the sounds of His weighted wings as He covers you with His feathers.

 

Occasionally, a white feather will drift down ever so gently to let you know He is there. It’s been a grand wonder a time or two at the appearance of such white feathers, even within my own home.

 

The sound of the great, heavenly Eagle is one of weight. Wings that span more than you could think or imagine. Wings so strong that the enemy would find a steel wall in his attempt to get through.

 

Layer upon layer of well-laid feathers provide for you, and me, a secure shelter. A shade of well-built soft, yet, powerful protection.

 

Do not think His wings are weak. For they are mighty to Heaven and to men alike.

 

While He commands His angels concerning us, there is a blessed occasion where today I caught the sound of The Eagle Himself as He spread His pinions over my heart and life. It was as if, as I walked, He soared above me. I knew over me was the NAME above all names.

 

I was careful to pace myself with His shadow, for I’ve known that my own safety requires me to “stay under.”

 

He keeps me from the fiery darts and takes it upon Himself to be my shield. Often I wonder what it might look like to see those arrows hit and then fall all around me. That thought makes me smile, and my steps turn to a skip because I’m well taken care of.

 

Listen, sweet friends, for Heaven’s sound of The Great Eagle as He spreads His weighted wings on your behalf.

 

He is not far away from you, and me.