Sparrows

                 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. (Matthew 10:29-31)

            This is a passage I need today. It’s not that I’m afraid. I don’t know that I’m exactly anxious. Perhaps the    easiest way to describe it is that I’m scattered, but even that’s not quite it. Whatever the word is, one way to describe it is that I feel like a whole flock of little sparrows. We’re not talking about European Starlings that fly around in graceful murmuration. This is an “every bird for itself!” flock. 

            Upsets come in many forms. Some are strongly negative. Something bad happens. Others are just there. Even positive things can throw a life into large or small states of chaos. Part of the cause for me may be the fact that this week, my park kicked into gear, so my busy lifestyle suddenly has to be scheduled around  another schedule.  Or, it might be that I had a couple oopses this week and this is just my revenge against myself. I don’t know.     

            But this passage came to mind. If the Father can care for real sparrows, He can care for all of my little sparrows, and even me. Another idea that comes with this is that I have handled a sparrow. They’re tiny things and easily damaged. If God can care for them, He can care for all the little bits of me that are – like sparrows – scattered all over.