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I had a great morning yesterday.

I spent the morning in the garden, cleaning up an area where the roses needed a trim.

I had, intentionally, planned to do anything that resembled work (though the garbage can full of clippings and weeds might indicate that work did occur).

It was in the garden that I experienced the most joy. Earlier in the day, I had listened to a song produced by my daughter’s friend, that I loved in my youth, “His Eye is on the Sparrow”. As I wandered through the thorns of the roses the song was still in my mind, on my lips (thank goodness not a human pair of ears were within listening range, for I am only a large group singer).

The garden was a mess. The last time I had weeded and trimmed was mid March. The weeds had gone to seed, the roses were bundles of withered mess.

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.

The words played in my mind the whole time. The longer they played, the more daringly I sang (no one was home, and our neighbours live a safe distance to avoid ear damage from my version of singing). As the moments ticked on, the affirmation of security in the truth of those lyrics created the beauty of sanctuary in my weeds.

And that is what my life is often full of … weeds, and the need to have what is withered, what is worn and draining energy snipped, pruned and carried away. But, whatever state my heart and life are in, I have a heavenly father who is also the master gardener of my soul and life, and he watches over me.

“Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me”

 

“Are not two sparrows sold for a cent?
And yet not one of them will fall to the ground
apart from your Father.
“But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
“So do not fear;
you are more valuable than many sparrows.”

Matthew 10:29-31

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That song, that over a hundred year old song, never reaches my ears without touching a soft place in my heart.

“For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me”

As I looked onto my back deck, after hearing a thud on the window, the bird I saw brought those words to mind.

As I slipped my feet into the shoes at my door, I was pretty sure that the bird was only stunned, as it was up on it’s feet.

Then I slipped them off … I couldn’t have such an opportunity to get close to a wild creature and not take a photo of it!

Phone in hand, shoes on feet, wonder in heart, I approached the still creature with caution so as to not startle it.

It moved not a bit, even as I touched it’s feathered head and back, tiny loose feathers falling. It’s feathers were soft as silk, it’s eyes big, bright. It stayed still.

Was it wishing me away? Was it in pain? Was it scared?

“Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me”

The bird hit the window. Was it off course? Did it not see clearly? Whatever the case, it simply rested there, after the crash. Motionless, resting, recuperating. Kind of like “being led beside still waters” (Psalm 23:2). Kind of like “when songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies, I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free.”

Motionless.

Sighing.

Hope dying.

It’s not just for the birds! We all have times, days, seasons

when we hit the window. the wall.

We all have times when all hope seems gone, and just standing still is simply the only thing we can do.

And, it is when we are motionless, when we are still that we are attended by the One who watches us, who makes us free.

“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.”

“Not one sparrow (What do they cost? Two for a penny?) can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t worry! You are more valuable to him than many sparrows.”
Matthew 10:29-31

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