His Eye Is On The Sparrow
This morning my wife and I were sitting outside enjoying the crisp Spring air---at the outset of what is shaping up to be a beautiful day here in the Hill Country of Texas. We have a variety of birdhouses and birdfeeders in our backyard, scattered among terraced flower beds, and rose bushes. One of those houses has become the home for a family of sparrows. While we sat and watched this morning, the mother sparrow would fly from the birdhouse and then return minutes later to feed her babies. As soon as she would perch on the outside of the house, we could hear the little sparrows begin to cheep in unison. The mother went back and forth, tirelessly. Never stopping. It was a beautiful rhythm. I felt like I could sit and watch her forever. As I sat there, I couldn't help but recall Jesus' words of comfort to his disciples when he said, "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will...