January 5, 2005
While my parents were napping, I slipped outside to the front porch to sit in a cozy rocker with my book in hand. I was soon pleasantly distracted by the amazing bird activity in the natural surroundings of the log home. My father has several bird feeders and a birdbath. And all locales were busy and humming with great hustle and bustle. I counted at least three cardinal families. What a beautiful majestic bird! I noticed other birds seemed to give the cardinal reverence. Anytime the cardinal flew onto the bird feeder, the other birds would retreat. A sparrow was busily enjoying a rambunctious splashing in the birdbath but hastily exited when the cardinal came to call. How interesting to see the bird kingdom has class recognition.
Personally, as beautiful as I find the bright red cardinal, I am drawn to the plain little brown sparrow. Ever since Ethel Waters sang the song, His Eye is on the Sparrow, I have been fascinated with the sparrow.
On my birthday, my youngest daughter gave me a china figurine of two sparrows sitting on a base with the nameplate with the engraving, “His Eye Is On The Sparrow” for my birthday. And it plays the song as well. One of the sparrows is a ‘mommy’ and one appears to be the ‘baby bird.’ It is an exceptionally special gift as it signifies a sentimental bond between my daughter and me and that she found a gift that has one of my favorite songs. The song encourages me so because it reminds me that as the Lord has His eye on the sparrow, I know he watches me too. If a seemingly insignificant little sparrow is important to God, then even more so are we. We were created in His image and He loves and cares for us through all of life trials and times.
