Faith

The Little Sparrow

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Just about every morning you can find me out at the swimming pool. The apartment complex that we live in during baseball season has a great saltwater pool. It’s 150 feet long, with palm trees along the winding edge. When the weather starts getting really hot here in Texas, too hot to do my walking, I go out early to the pool to get my workout in. I usually have a couple of friends with me, but this morning I was alone. It was so peaceful with the only sounds being the birds singing and the splashing of the pool fountains. As I went through my workout, I felt like I could have been on a tropical island somewhere. Each morning, at about the same time, a little Sparrow lights on the edge of the steps leading into the pool. He perches himself next to the spigot that supplies fresh, clean water into the pool. I could reach out and touch him. He sits for a few seconds looking at me, and then turns his little head to reach his beak around for a drink. Satisfied, he flies away. This is his little routine every morning.

“His eye is on the Sparrow and I know He watches me.”

Like that little Sparrow, God lovingly watches over us and provides us with water, “Living Water.” He watches over us by providing His Word so that we may know more of Him. He watches over us by using the Holy Spirit through which He speaks and wants us to hear. Every morning I have a routine. I get up and the first thing I do to start my day is take advantage of the quiet time to read God’s Word. It has become a habit in the early morning hours and it gets me through my day. The Bible is like a spigot to me as it pours out scripture to drink up. Scripture that always seems fresh because each and every time I read that beautiful Book, I learn something new. I sit quietly and drink God’s knowledge in, and through the Holy Spirit He refreshes me with His words. He does this so that my thirst for Him is quenched and I can spread my wings to fly and face whatever the day may bring.

Love, M

Not one sparrow (What do they cost? Two for a penny?) can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.  And the very hairs of your head are all numbered.—Matthew 10:29-30

Do y’all remember the Billy Graham Crusades when Ethel Waters would sing, ‘His Eye is on the Sparrow’? I was just a little girl, but I loved that song and still do. I loved seeing the joy on Miss Water’s face when she sang it. The lyrics go like this:

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Chorus:
I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Chorus

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Chorus

—-Civilla Martin and Charles Gabriel

 

2 thoughts on “The Little Sparrow

  1. Great thoughts, Montee. I have a little sparrow that speaks to me on my patio regularly and in my garage. I call him “Buddy.” Our music minister sings that song with a solo piano about once a quarter and it is such an incredible song. Thanks for sharing – well done!

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