Birds

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life...look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"
Matt. 6:25a & 26

Last night I was listening to a sermon by Andy Stanley titled "Why Worry". He was talking about this passage in Matthew 6 where it says to look at the birds. So I said to God, "Please show me the birds."

By this morning I had totally forgotten that request. It was around noon when I happened to glance out the window and I did a double-take. Birds. I did say birds, didn't I? I looked again. Yes! There were birds. Not just one or two. LOTS of birds! Dozens of birds! They were sitting all over my driveway and yard. They were pecking in the dirt for food.

Now you must understand, my place is not very bird-friendly. I don't have many trees and no bird feeder or bird bath that would attract them. I very seldom see birds around my place.

But here they were. As I continued to look out my kitchen window, I saw more and more and more flying in from the east. By the dozens! They alighted on the ground and joined the others searching for food. They weren't particularly flashy or pretty, just plain brown or black, probably lots of sparrows that many people would consider pests.

Tears streamed down my face as I recalled my prayer of the previous night. God sent me those birds. He was telling me that he is taking care of every single bird and will he not take care of me? Am I not much more valuable than they?

I watched the birds until a car drove in and scared them away. As I opened the door I heard the sound of singing... many birds singing. My heart was singing, too!