Sorry, I've been a slacker-blogger this week. Or as some of my chums and I like to call it, a blah-ger. It's been a rather busy week. Casey and I have been working in the evenings on our prayer letters. Printing, signing, stuffing, etc. We're hoping to get those out this weekend, so that will be good progress.On another note, this week I saw a crusty-looking black bird. It's beady yellow eyes jutted back and forth as he pecked the earth. You know those birds that look like their feathers have been rumpled one too many times? That's how this bird looked.
When I saw that old bird, it made me think how even though it wasn't regal or fit anymore, God was still sustaining its little bird life and providing for its needs. It reminds me of Isaiah 49:15 "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you!"
It's good to know that long after all the bird watchers and other birds lose interest in that rumpled fellow, the Lord still remembers him (and us) because he created him (and us).
*I'm sure the whole bird scene should probably warrant a reference to the verses where the Lord says he remembers the sparrows, but I just really like Isaiah!
2 comments:
It's a nice comfort to know that when we start to look like crusty birds on the outside, our FAther still sees us as his precious little chickadees whose love songs for him still make him smile! Sweet thought today, Summer!
I like that too!
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