As I was walking back from lunch, I saw an elderly woman with a small wire grocery cart coming toward me. She slowed down as she stepped past a section of sidewalk where a dripping pipe had created a sort of stalagmite of ice.
"That's a bad spot...." I said as I passed.
"What's that?"
"A bad spot there, with the ice."
"Oh. You know, I think it looks like a chicken."
I stopped.
"Okay... yeah... I can see that."
"I was just reading in Psalm 91 about how the Lord is like that. He protects us the way a mother hen does when she stretches her wings out over all her little ones, hiding them from the chickenhawk."
"Uh-huh...."
She smiled, patted me on the arm, and turned back to her cart.
ruzuzu commented on the word Psalm 91
As I was walking back from lunch, I saw an elderly woman with a small wire grocery cart coming toward me. She slowed down as she stepped past a section of sidewalk where a dripping pipe had created a sort of stalagmite of ice.
"That's a bad spot...." I said as I passed.
"What's that?"
"A bad spot there, with the ice."
"Oh. You know, I think it looks like a chicken."
I stopped.
"Okay... yeah... I can see that."
"I was just reading in Psalm 91 about how the Lord is like that. He protects us the way a mother hen does when she stretches her wings out over all her little ones, hiding them from the chickenhawk."
"Uh-huh...."
She smiled, patted me on the arm, and turned back to her cart.
"Thanks.... Thank you." I said.
"Take care!"
"Thank you. You too."
January 7, 2011
milosrdenstvi commented on the word Psalm 91
Hey, that's a good Psalm.
Can't remember anything in it about a chickenhawk, though.
January 7, 2011
ruzuzu commented on the word Psalm 91
Yeah, I didn't see any chickenhawks either.
But I think there actually is something in there about being covered by his feathers... under his wings....
Hm.
January 8, 2011