“But the dove could find nowhere to perch because there was water over all the surface of the earth; so it returned to Noah in the ark. He reached out his hand and took the dove and brought it back to himself in the ark.” Genesis 8:9
I often think about Noah’s wife and her time in the Ark. Her faith must have been as strong as her husband’s; she supported him as he followed God’s call. I am sure she spent as many years preparing for the flood as Noah did. After all, if your husband was building a huge boat in your side yard, wouldn’t you have questions? Today, however, I read the above passage and focused in on the dove. Noah was looking for dry land after bobbing around in the Ark for a long time, surrounded by his family and many animals with no knowledge of what had happened or what was to come; no one (except God of course) knew.
It is tough not knowing what the future holds; at my age, I wonder how long the future will be! I think about the dove… let loose into a sky with nothing but water underneath AND the Ark. The dove flew around, place to place, up and down, looking to find somewhere or something that would indicate its future but found nothing! So, it returned to the only security it knew… the Ark and Noah. Rick and my life has been a flight with no where to land for over 18 months, but we know where our security lies. We know where our Rock is and who will safely pull us back into its cleft!
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, that shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love and covers me there with His hand,
and covers me there with His hand.
(Francis Crosby 1890)