There’s a special kind of majesty in the way a daddy quail watches over his family.
This morning, I saw him standing tall and noble on the high wall, his eyes scanning every direction. From above, he guards the ones he loves. Below, the mommy quail gently leads the babies across the grass, showing them where to peck, where to hide, and when to stay close. She nurtures, she guides, she protects.
It’s such a moving image—this quiet, instinctual teamwork. And in it, I saw our Father. Our God. Our Daddy.
Like the quail, He stands watch. He sees all. He protects fiercely. And at the same time, He’s with us on the ground, in the mess, guiding us, feeding our souls, sheltering us from danger we can’t even see. He is both above and beside. Our defender and our nurturer.
And the little baby quail….oh how she longs to be near her daddy. You can almost hear her tiny feet scrambling up toward him, needing the comfort of his presence. Wanting to know it’s going to be okay.
That’s me. That’s us.
We’re the ones who keep looking up because up there is where we know we are safe. Up there is where love watches over us.
And down here, He’s walking beside us too.
What a beautiful God we serve. A protector. A nurturer. A constant presence.