Feathers

Back in the year 2,000, Glen and I were traveling into Central Asia 

to encourage villages in community development. We were missionaries

with Medical Ambassadors International or MAI. On one trip Glen went 

west to Thailand and I went east to Tashkent, Uzbekistan. It was the last

five hours of a 24 hour travel day and I was able to stretch out over four 

empty seats to sleep. Only I couldn’t sleep. The flight got in at 11:30PM 

and my imagination took over. “What if I came out of customs and there 

was no one to meet me?” The taxi drivers swarm like bees. I had no

phone numbers, not even the name of a hotel. Deliberately I turned 

my attention to a favorite verse:

“The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want

He leads me...”    I slept.

I awoke in a drowsy state as we began our descent into Tashkent.

  I had this funny sense that I was covered with feathers.

 FEATHERS? Angels? Confidence rose. Customs was a breeze

 and Kyle was there to meet me. Much later I realized it was not 

an angel protecting me, but something much better.

God Himself was covering me. Oh, how personal He is!

“He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find

refuge. His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.” Ps 91:4