Mr. Sparrow

Have you ever spent time watching a sparrow?  I'll be honest, I don't know if I have.  But I wonder, what does a sparrow really have to worry about?  He flies from tree to tree singing his beautiful melody of thanksgiving.  He works diligently to have a a nest and food, but mostly he just sings.  This little bird is so tiny, yet so full of life.  His anthems fill the mornings with joy.  I love hearing his songs in the early hours of the day.  It reminds me that its gonna be okay.  Everything is gonna be okay.  I think we can learn a lot from Mr. Sparrow.

I went to bed last night with a lot of worries swirling around my heart...some of them small and petty, some of them big and weighty.  I dreamt about them, and awoke still thinking about them. So I now find myself snuggled up with my cup of coffee and my journal...pouring my heart out to Jesus.  And this morning, Jesus wants me to learn from Mr. Sparrow.

You know, sometimes the worries of this life can just suffocate you.  It's so true.  Sickness is everywhere and seems to be touching almost everyone I love in some way or another.  The stress of school is weighing heavy and I have to keep reminding myself that all A's won't follow me to eternity.  Some of my dearest friends are going through  difficult places, and I find myself wanting to carry their burdens myself instead of letting Him carry them.  There are some big decisions about my future that I have to make soon, and I just plain cannot tell what direction He's leading. You know...its called life...and its overwhelming sometimes.

I hear his gentle whisper, "Princess, take one second and let Me filter your thoughts."  And He says,

"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.  But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.  Fear not, my Beloved, you are of more value than many sparrows."

Matthew 10:29-31

He knows Mr. Sparrow's birthday and how many feathers surround his little body.  He even knows Mr. Sparrow's distinct chirp and the pattern of every melody he sings.  And me, I am created in the image of my King.  I am the crown of creation.  If He knows the depths of Mr. Sparrow's heart...what about me?  

Oh, the depths of His love! The richness and beauty.  May our lives be a song of  continual surrender.  A showcase of His splendor that ever magnifies His mighty power.  Friends, may we take delight in the overwhelming moments of life...and may our hearts learn a powerful lesson from Mr. Sparrow today. 

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.