It was reasonably warm and breezy with a clear sky when I took Savannah on our once-a-day mile-long walk. By the time we rounded the stadium and headed back up the hill toward our house—the sky opened. Rain didn’t fall—it bucketed. So when we reached the one and only clump of trees along that side of the path, we sheltered under them.
Looking up into the leafy green canopy overhead, I felt a lovely sense of peace and joy. It was warm. I was protected. The pounding rain didn’t touch me. I was sheltered.
No wonder birds live in trees. No wonder they sing. No wonder they are joyous and carefree. The same Lord God who created the trees as a habitat for birds protects and feeds them. They shelter in His great goodness.
We can too.
“The LORD will be a shelter for His people.” Joel 3:16.