because He cares

The story...

Wednesday afternoon I had just walked into my bedroom when I heard a loud thump on the window. My doors in the bedroom are all glass. I walked over to the window and saw a little bird almost buried in the snow...on his back, feet up. I had a small basket handy that had just been collected from sissy's room. I opened the door and scooped up the little bird. His little eyes were blinking but I wasn't sure if he broke his neck or not. I gave the basket a slight shake to loosen the snow around him and then i put the basket there close to where he fell. Within 3-5 minutes the basket was empty. Even though I was working there in my room I didn't get to see him leave.

This sweet experience was a tender mercy for me. On Tuesday morning our youngest and last child took flight. I have been limping along. Sad. Thankful. Blue. Tender. Sad. As I was driving home from Jazzercise yesterday I noticed a tear was rolling down my cheek. I thought of how small my loss is compared to Joan Ashton, Margaret Sargent and Anne Marie Barton. I was humbled...which happens to be the word on my bracelet...pounded into my bracelet. 

Liz and I had been cleaning out her room that Monday. Her Easter basket was one of the few items left that needed to be put away. When that little bird hit the window I looked around and right there... waiting to be put away in my closet... was her small basket. I remembered then that God sees us. He loves us. Even a sparrow that falls from the sky He notices and cares about. He let me rescue a little sparrow and sent me a message. How amazing really. I am humbled.

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