“Even while you lie among the sheepfolds,
the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
its feathers with shining gold” (Ps 68:13).
I always like this promise of divine favour. You may not be on the scene. You may not be dressed for battle. Quite the opposite. You might be in “recline.”
But God still cares for his “dove.” Those on your heart, his chosen ones, are lustrous under his divine care.