His Eye is on the Sparrow
I was reading Matthew 10 this morning and it reminded me of something that happened when I was working as a young home health nurse in the 1990's. Matthew 10:29-31: Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows. I was going to visit a very cantakerous old man we will call Mr. B. And that afternoon when I got to Mr. B's house, I saw a bird lying on its back on his porch, its feet curled, looking for all intents and purposes like it was dead. And it broke my heart... literally broke my heart in pieces... which surprised me because normally I wouldn't care so much about a bird. Not that a dead bird isn't sad; it's just not something that should hurt my heart to that extent. When I find that something causes more emotion than it normally should in a given situation, I sometimes assume