With His Feathers

by Chloe Townsend


God’s feathers and I go way back. Except they didn’t actually start with me at all. They started with my mother. I’m just going to cut to the chase. My mom died when I was fourteen years old. Cancer. It was the most brutal and influential experience I’ve encountered in my life thus far. I have a lot of God stories that I hope in due time I’ll get to share with you but this is the one you get today. :)

If you’ve never experienced someone close going through a cancer battle then I’ll just tell you that there tend to be a lot of doctor visits and hospital stays. We lived in Arkansas so my mom received most of her care from UAMS in Little Rock. There were times that she would be in the hospital for weeks. During her 1.5-2 year battle, she encountered many surgeries, transfusions, chemotherapy treatments and I’m sure other things that I wasn’t even aware of at the time.

One of the times that she was in the hospital (I believe for some particular surgery) she had a very interesting episode. At this point in her battle she began to have hallucinations and was not always able to think very clearly. The cancer was on the lining of her brain and caused her to have constant headaches. My dad was the only one staying with her this particular night. He said she had been sleeping and then she woke up terrified and began to yell, “SATAN IS GOING TO GET ME! SATAN IS GOING TO GET ME!” over and over again. Nurses came in and no one could calm her down. This went on for several minutes with my mom screaming this. Then, in the midst of her panic, she all-of-a-sudden fell back asleep! Everyone seemed to be stunned by the whole ordeal and then the nurses just told my dad that she must be feeling okay if she was able to fall asleep but to notify them if anything changed. My dad was really curious about what had just happened. It was all so incredibly strange.

When my mom woke up again, my dad asked her what went down during that madness and she simply whispered, “I felt feathers.” Confused, he replied, “Okay…” Since he wasn’t really sure what that meant or what to do, he started searching through the Word for anything that had to do with feathers, and the verse he found at the time was Psalm 91:4.

“He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.” (NKJV)

Isn’t that crazy? The Lord literally covered my mom with His feathers! His wings of truth thwarted the enemy’s lie that caused my mom to go into a crazed panic. She was able to physically and spiritually rest in Him because He became her shield! How protective and loving is our God!! 

This story has always been one that I’ve loved getting share. But what makes it even more special is that since then feathers have been a sweet secret that God and I have together. It’s a symbol of Him letting me know I’m on His mind and that He’s watching me. So often, I’ll be doing something during my day and then a random feather appears out of nowhere and I know its for me from the Lord. I love the way He loves me.