Under His Wings

by Tomás J. Fernández

There are moments when the soul grows tired of standing guard.

Not because the work is wrong…but because the weight of it begins to settle in.

You have been watchful.You have been careful.You have begun to recognize what belongs… and what does not.

And yet, even in that awareness,there comes a quiet longing:

To rest.

It is in that place—not of failure, but of honest need—that the invitation comes.

Not to strive harder.Not to hold everything together.

But to come under.

There is a coveringthat was never meant to be earned.

A shelter not built by your effort,but offered in love.

Under His wings,the striving softens.

The vigilance loosens its grip.

Not because the heart no longer matters…but because it is no longer yours alone to protect.

This is not the absence of awareness.

It is the presence of trust.

A trust that allows you to exhale—to release what you have been holding so tightly,and to discover that you are being held.

There is a nearness here.

Quiet.Steady.Unshaken by the things that once stirred anxiety.

And in that nearness, something begins to settle.

The thoughts that once circledlose their urgency.

The fears that once pressed inbegin to quiet.

Not because they have vanished…but because they are no longer in control.

Under His wings,you are not exposed.

You are seen… and covered.Known… and kept.

And from this place of rest,something unexpected begins to rise again.

Strength.

Not the kind that comes from effort,but the kind that is restored in stillness.

Clarity returns.Peace takes root.

And the heart—once guarded with such care—begins to breathe.

You may still be learning what it means to come here.

To return again and again,especially when the world feels loud.

But even the turning…even the smallest movement toward that shelter…is enough.

Because the heart that rests under His wingsis never left unprotected.