You are a chicken (literally). Just breaking out of the darkness of your shell, you are born under your mother hen’s wings – a beautiful, safe, warm place. Her body warmth dries you off and keeps you alive. Not until all is safe outside, will she let you venture out from under her wings. She takes you to water and teaches you to drink. She shows you how to eat. Never far from you, she keeps a watchful eye. When danger threatens, she calls and you come running back into the shelter of her wings. When you’re there, you can’t see or hear the threat. Whatever it was is no longer staring down a defenseless chick, but an irate mother hen who will fiercely protect you (even to death). When there is danger, she won’t race around the pen like a chook with its head cut off, trying to gather you in. She will stand and call. It’s up to you to come running – to enter into her rest, into that place of refuge. Once in there, the outside battle is no longer a threat to you. Now, all you can hear is silence. Silence and her heartbeat. The steady rhythm calms your racing heart, reassuring you that she is in control. If you stick your head out and start squawking and peeping and telling your mother hen what to do and how to fight the battle, you’re blowing your cover for the enemy. Best to pull your head in and trust – the battle belongs to her, and her love will protect you.
It’s hard to imagine God with wings and feathers, but He is our ‘mother hen’! Psalm 91:4 says, “He will cover you with His feathers and under His wings you will find refuge.” Jesus used the same example of Himself: “Jerusalem, Jerusalem… how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.” Matthew 23:37. Are you willing? Whether you are a spring chicken or a sprung chook, today is the day to respond to Jesus’ invitation – “Come, enter in to my rest.”
Jesus, under Your wings, my spirit is protected and nurtured. I give thanks to You, my Lord, my King, my Mother Hen.