In yesterday’s post, I hinted at what I feel was a turning point this weekend. Scott swooped in on Saturday afternoon and saved the rest of the weekend. So much so that when he texted me later Saturday night and asked how it was going, I honestly told him very good.
I talk about what he did and then relate that to another quality of eagles.
As I sit here thinking on it, I remember as I was crying Saturday afternoon, Scott prayed over me. I believe that the Lord gave Scott that idea as an answer to his prayers–another picture of God covering us under his feathers. He provided exactly what we needed so we could cover our own little eaglets and provide them with the stability and consistency they need. He’s so good!
In a desert land he found him, in a barren and howling waste.
He shielded him and cared for him;
he guarded him as the apple of his eye,
like an eagle that stirs up its nest and hovers over its young,
that spreads its wings to catch them and carries them aloft.
The Lord alone led him.