🦉 A Giant Owl Landed on Their Porch… But It Wasn’t Alone
Martha had just made her morning coffee when she heard a deep thump outside. Not a car door, not a squirrel on the roof—something heavier. Something deliberate.
She stepped onto her small wooden porch in slippers and saw it.
There, on the railing, was an enormous owl, almost four feet tall. Its feathers were the color of autumn leaves, and its eyes glowed like burning amber. It didn’t flinch when she approached. It didn’t blink.
Just as Martha reached for her phone, the owl shifted—and that’s when she saw it.
From underneath the bird’s outstretched wing, something moved.
It was a tiny, shaking shape, covered in gray fur. A kitten. No more than six weeks old. The owl gently nudged it forward, as if offering it to her.
Martha blinked, unsure what she was seeing. A wild predator delivering a newborn to her porch?
She bent down slowly, scooped up the trembling kitten, and looked back at the owl.
It didn’t fly away.
It simply turned its head—completely around—stared at her for one more silent moment… and then, as if on cue, spread its massive wings and lifted into the rising sun.
She stood there for a long while, the warm coffee forgotten in her hand, the kitten nestled against her chest, purring softly.
❤️ What Happened Next Changed Her Family
That kitten—later named Glory—was no ordinary stray.
As days passed, Martha’s husband noticed something strange. The kitten would sit at the window every morning, staring at the treetops. On the seventh day, the owl came back.
It didn’t land, but it circled—once, twice—before flying off into the forest.
Later, Martha discovered a Bible verse written inside her late mother’s recipe book, one she hadn’t opened in years. It read:
“He shall cover thee with His feathers, and under His wings shalt thou trust.”
—Psalm 91:4
That day, Martha wept.
Maybe it was just coincidence. Or maybe, something greater had delivered more than just a kitten that morning.