Ready to fly away with me?
Our borders are limitless! Our confinement
is as narrow as we allow it to be.

Oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.
I would flee far away and stay in the desert;
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm.
Psalm 55:6-8 niv

The dove
has neither claw nor sting
nor weapon
for the fight.
She owes her safety to the wing
her victory to flight!
The Bridegroom
opens His arms of love
and in them folds
the panting dove.*

*H. W. Smith

It is in my mind, on His wings of Truth, that I flee to my place of safety–my shelter–the arms of my Bridegroom. Sometimes I am so out of breath when I get there–all “trembly” and panting, dove-like. But He holds me tenderly and speaks gently–assuring me of His love and His protection. And I rest. Safe.

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