My Sparrow Story

It was a difficult time.

A dark time.
I was close to the edge.
Maybe even over the edge… hanging on… barely.
Things were not right.

“How do I stay sane in an insane situation?”
My prayed-in-neighbor-friend had no words.
Just arms wrapped around me
as we sat on her front porch.

My mind and emotions were such a blur,
I didn’t even see the handful of sparrows
prancing and pecking about us.

“What kind of birds are those?” she asked.

I took a glance, and mechanically mumbled, “Little tree sparrows.’

Instantaneously, we both were upright, heads jerked to attention,
eyeball-to-eyeball, in unison we exclaimed, “SPARROWS?!”

The message was clear, He gently, quietly shouted His Word of Promise to me,
“I care for sparrows, I will certainly care for you.”

3:00 am and unable to sleep, my heart was laden with the uncertainty of my future and the enormity of the decisions I had to make. Cocooned in a blanket, I made my way out onto the deck to pray in the sunrise. The heavy July night air weighed down on me. Alone, uncertain and scared, I did what always works – leaned into my Abba Papa’s arms and waited. Night gave way to light, and with the rising of that morning sun, so rose my hope. And then I saw my miniature morning companion – a little sparrow searching for his buggy breakfast among the porch crevices. God whisper-shouted His Word of Promise to me again, “I care for sparrows, I will certainly care for you.”
My hope rose even higher.

This routine of 3:00 AM sleeplessness, waiting on the sun to rise, and the visit of my morning messenger recurred throughout the week. And with each visit, the word of hope penetrated the darkness and continued to rise.

What started years ago continues today. These winged friends are still used by my loving Father. Whenever I am discouraged or distressed, it seems like one of His sparrows show up in my pathway to remind me,
“I care for sparrows, I will certainly care for you.”

Matthew 10:29-31
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”

m.bourlet 6.18.16


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