Shelter.

It's spring and all the lovely summer birds are back. The fellows are showing signs of strutting their stuff so that they'll get the prettiest chick on the block.

But you know Saskatchewan!

Where do they all go when a huge winter storm hits and the winds howl into a raging blizzard?

You know, I think they're a lot like people. When a huge storm hits, like tornadoes and hurricanes and such, people head for a safe place. They try and find good, strong shelters. At least they go to where the most strength is found in a structure. The middle of the house or of course, the basement. A place where there's a strong beam and where everything won't fall down around them.

I think we found out about that from birds. That's my observation, at any rate. Those little fellows and gals take to trees like pine and fir and spruce. They get in under those branches and close to the main trunk and hang on for dear life. The snow can blow and the winds can howl and the trunk can sway but they will be safe under it's shelter.

Same with us and God. We are always safe under the shelter of the Most High.

"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty." Psalm 91:1