A good friend of mine is burying her dad today. I don't get it. I don't like it. I wish things like cancer and aids and calamities of life didn't exist. But they do. How do you make sense of it? On my grandparents' gravestone I find the words, "He is my sheild and my buckler. Psalm 91.4" At times, hiding in his wing is all I know to do. And I have had the privilege of experiencing that protection. I have sat under the wing. I have found Jesus to be the only thing that got me through.
There are needs. There are always needs. God, teach us to live in the shadow of your wing. You are good.