We’re sharing Joan Clayton’s experience as Words for the Week.
I wanted to share an experience I had concerning broken wings. This experience came when I needed it the most. In June 2003 my husband was in a terrible car wreck. He spent several days in the hospital. I have expressed my gratitude to God many times for saving his life. His body was one solid bruise, a whiplash, and broken ribs. I had to get a strong stance just to help him up (he’s 6’3″ tall) as he couldn’t do that by himself.
I did great for two weeks, but utter exhaustion and emotional drain attacked me. I went to bed one night, half praying, half crying and half asleep, sort of in that twilight zone just before falling asleep. (Some may call this a dream, but to me it was straight from God.) I had what I call a vision. I saw a beautifully wrapped package with beautiful ribbons and bows. I tore into it immediately and there lay a bird’s wing, shimmering in brilliance and outlined in silver and gold. I immediately fell asleep and awakened the next morning totally restored.
I just knew this had to be in the Bible and I found it. It was Psalm 68:13 (NIV): Even while you sleep among the campfires, the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver, its feathers with shining gold.
The Comforter had come to me, and, by the way, my husband recovered.
THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: People with good intentions make promises. But people with good character keep them — Eric Thomas