Friday, October 14, 2005

More Valuable Than Sparrows

The dark clouds covered the sky and the wind was blowing dried leaves in various directions. Nevertheless, I decided to keep the wooden door of my open to feel the wind while watching the unique motions of tiny flowers and dried leaves in the air. Rain had sent its signs to warn us before its arrival while I was sitting in the living room, chitchatting with my mother over a mug of Horlicks and she had her tea.

It was one of those days when I was talking with my mother while a million questions were running through my head and tugging at my tiny little heart. “When are you going to find a permanent job? Why are you only getting replies to applications that you are not looking forward to? Why are the ones you seek the most being the least found? Is this not the right place to plant your seeds?” These questions seemed to become a worry as I kept on thinking without finding answers. Oh, the troubles my heart and mind went through, totally oblivious to my mother, as I chatted about the nice children at school!

Just then I felt a gush of wind on my skin, and a tiny little thing swirled around and landed on my lap. I was about to push it off, presuming that it must either be a dried flower or a leaf as always, but I changed my mind and decided to examine it first. To my surprise, it was none of those but the teeny-weeny feather of a sparrow. Almost instantly, a very familiar verse in the Bible struck me.

“Not even a sparrow, worth only half a penny, can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So, don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to him than a whole flock of sparrows.”
Matthew 10: 29-31


“…Your heavenly Father already knows all your needs and he will give you all you need from day to day if you live for him and make the Kingdom of God your primary concern.
Matthew 6: 32-33


That little feather reminded me about the Lord’s presence in every situation and it encouraged me a lot. I’ve pasted that feather safe in my book of poems, always to be treasured. Isn’t God so sweet and sensitive to our needs? :)
Truly, we are more valuable than sparrows :).

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