"Not even a sparrow,worth only a 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: 29-31
While walking in the woods one day I heard a sad, lonesome tune.I looked up into the branches of an ol' cottonwood tree and saw a little sparrow looking right at me. I asked her why she made such a mournful sound and her reply to me was,"I have no food to eat,no warmth from my mother's feathers,for she has flown away and I am alone and scared." "Why,that's terrible! How can this be?" I exclaimed. I asked,"What about the Blue Jays, won't they come and cover you with their beautiful blue feathers?" The sad little sparrow replied with an anxious trill,"They will not come, for I do not wear their color upon my breast." I asked with sadness,now in my voice," What about the Robins,won't they come and feed you?" The sad little Sparrow replied with an anxious trill,"They will not come,for I am small and have nothing in return to give them for their time."
" What about the black birds,surely they will help you?" The sad little Sparrow replied with an anxious trill,"They will not come,as you well know,they already keep many babies.They haven't room for one more." Now my heart,heavy with fear for this sweet little Sparrows plight, I spoke ever so softly,"The great horned owl would come and care for you,they are good at listening and they can see well,that you are vulnerable and afraid of the dark." As soon as the words were out of my mouth,I realized I will be wiser than the wise owl. I have listened to this twittering heart and have seen her trouble,"Little Sparrow,though I do not look like you, I will cover you with my warm hands.Though I haven't much money, I will feed you. I have many children but little bird, you too,will be treasured as my own babies are.And little bird.....I am much more wiser than the wise old owl, for you see, I have listened and heard well from the Maker of these woods. To take you home and make you mine, I take the very heart of Him who made you, with me. The little Sparrow looked into my eyes and, as her way of showing her joy at this news, she let out a song so beautiful and then hopped on my shoulder and we went home together.I now travel these woods, listening very carefully for the sound of little birds in search of a mother.......
This story is dedicated to my 5 little sparrows. The LORD is faithful,and His eye is surely on the sparrow.........
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