Rousted by our dog from their grass nest, these cottontail weanlings dispersed and hid.

I scooped up the frightened babies and snapped these blurry pics—then held them until the hunter gave up and moved on.

I have known rescue like that.

You?

“He reached down from on high and took hold of me . . . He rescued me from my powerful enemy. . . .”

—Psalm 18:16a, 17a