I heard the birds singing this morning, and it made my heart leap in my chest.
It made me wonder, "What are they saying to You? Are they thanking You for the sunrise? Are they telling You how grateful they are for the wings that carry them fast and high over trees and rivers and buildings and streetlights? Do they long for the dawn, for their cue to speak up and sing out their songs of gratitude?"
I want to be like the sparrow. She is not the most glorious of winged creatures, but she still has a song to sing and wings to fly and a place in Your heart. In all her glorious drab-colored down and in all her magnificent minuteness, she has caught Your eye enough for You to give her a song to sing and wings to fly and a place in Your heart.
I am the sparrow. I am the least of those whom You created with purposeful intention to look and act and be like You, yet You give me a song to sing and wings to fly and a place in Your heart. I am dull at times and am certainly very small in comparison to all You are and all You have, yet You give me a song to sing and wings to fly and a place in Your heart.
Your eye is on the sparrow.
Your eye is on me.
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