What is the price of two sparrows–one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. -Matthew 10:29
His Eye Is on the Sparrow
Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come
Why should my heart feel lonely and long for Heaven and home
When Jesus is my portion, a constant friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches over 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
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
This is a song I grew up with. I’ve heard it all my life, and sung it as a solo many times in my dad’s church. I was reminded of its truth in these last few days. Allow me to explain.
Joel and I found a baby bird lying on the ground one day. It was dead. We both got teary-eyed and cried for it, and for its mama knowing she must have felt sad when she found it had fallen to the ground and died. We decided to bury it under the clump of aspen trees in our back yard. We made a cross out of popsicle sticks, and wrote, “Lil’ Sparrow” on it. We prayed, and asked God to take it into His care. Then we put a small spray of wild flowers on it.
Last night, my son, Micah and his girlfriend, Jessica came over. They looked rather sad. When I asked, “Why?” they said they had found a baby bird, and it was dead. It had fallen out of the nest just above their balcony. They brought it over by my house, and buried it in the field near-by. They called it, “Little Gus.”
I could tell it really got next to them both, and it was all my son could talk about for a while. He was sad about it, and felt sorry for it and the mama bird. Perhaps it went further…it was a reminder of death, and that it comes to us all unexpectedly.
Early this morning, I awoke at 3:12, and began thinking about those little birds and what an impact they had made on my boys. Joel is small, and we talk about God and His care all the time; but Micah is older, and on his own, so we seldom get to talk about the wonders of God and His grace. And…he’s of the newer mind-set and thinks I’m a bit old-fashioned when it comes to my beliefs. So I pray for him…for all of my children to come back to the Lord.
When sleep finally found me again, and I was drifting off into rest, I heard myself say aloud, “Keep on talking to him God!”
Everything that happens is for a purpose. I have to believe that little birds’ death was not in vain…that it brought my son one step closer to the path of his return to Jesus.
We all need to remember…if God sees every Sparrow that falls, He surely knows what is going on in our lives, and He will take care of us!
Anita Mondragon July 1, 2016