A friend of mine calls me Sparrow Suzanne. The moniker brings a huge smile to my face so when I read the Gospel today that grin appeared as I sent her a silent blessing over the miles. God who knows every creature from a small bird to the large whale cares for each one of us. This is the reminder today from Luke 12:
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God’s sight. But even the hairs of your head are all counted. Do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.
Some days on this wild adventure of mine, I feel like the smallest of all birds, gently cradled in the palm of my Beloved. I can perch there for hours and find my voice to sing praises. These past couple of weeks, I have been less able to light on the finger of God and utter a chirp. In my distraction with the side effects of the medications, I have faltered and flitted here and there, raging against the illness, instead of seeking the One who assures me I am not forgotten.
I ponder this concept that God might know the exact number of hairs on my head. I try not to take it so literally and instead believe that God knows every cell in my body and every day I have been given. I must not give into fear. Whatever God desires is for the greater good. My job perhaps is to simply rest, trust, and praise. Sparrows are perhaps better than humans at doing this. I think I am going to practice being more like a sparrow for a few days.
Do you believe that God has not forgotten you?
What would it look like for you to practice being a sparrow for a few days?
Sparrow-Watcher, thank you for keeping your eye on me. May I always know your love and trust it with all of my heart. Amen.