Of all the birds outside my Window, One of them rates low on my Scale for appearance, drab brown Rather than a vibrant blue, red, Or yellow hue. It doesn't coo like the haunting Mourning dove, or Distinguish itself with the Caw of the raucous crow. But, nonetheless, it appeals to me. I have a soft spot in my heart for The often maligned sparrow because Jesus compared me to one. Since He takes note of each fledgling that Falls to the ground, how much more Does He care for me? He cares enough to number every hair On my head. He cares more than my mind can Possibly muster up. God designed each bird to please His Perfect eye, and I'm intrigued by them all. But the basic brown sparrow has Become a favorite. It's a feathered reminder that God can't take His eyes off me. "Not even a sparrow, worth only half a penny, can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are more valuable to him than a whole flock of sparrows." Matthew 10:29 |