In His Presence and Under His Wings

ECHOES FROM MY CHILDHOOD GREW LOUDER WITH EACH ENCOUNTER WHENEVER I WAS RESCUED FROM DANGER OR DETOURED FROM A SNARE.

There was so much I didn't understand. Driven into valleys and even pits of despair, I was pulled upward, wrapped in warmth and care. What were those transparent arms supporting me that were captured in the photo? Where was the body of the hand grasping me? What did all this mean? Where did those young men come from, and how did they know my name? Where did they go in only a moment? How did a stranger with whom I was sharing my cares know my heart? What was that shining light telling me from the dark?