His Eye is On the Sparrow

I wanted to take a moment to tell you guys that the Lord really spoke to me yesterday.

Actually, it started on Tuesday night, but I didn't realize it. I was reading in my devotions in Luke 12 and verses 7-8 say "Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." I read this and sorta glossed over it, because I've read it many times before. I didn't feel like it was anything new, and didn't really meditate on the words.

In the mornings, Scott and I walk for about a half hour around the Seminary campus. Scott has been in Nicaragua this whole week, so I've been walking by myself. I was about 5-6 minutes into my walk, when right in the center of the road was a dead bird. It wasn't smashed - in fact, it's eyes were closed. I think it was just his time to die and he did. Those of you who know me well at all might remember that I've got a phobia of birds - it's not as bad as it used to be, but none-the-less, birds - whether dead or alive- still give me the creeps.

I mustered up all the courage I had to look at it for a second, and God IMMEDIATELY brought back the words that I had read the night before. As I continued on my walk, I dwelt on the fact that God knew that bird was dead, and it MATTERED to him. God spoke to me, and told me that if the death of that little bird was important to him, that me and my family, problems, work, etc are even more important to him.

It's awesome to serve a God that cares so much about everything - even little birds. I pray that everybody feels loved by God, and knows the awesome power of serving Him.