And I know he watches me…

This morning I watched this beautiful, cheerful little friend of ours take his last breath. We saw his lovely lifelong friend fly away after he hit the window with a loud bang and fell to the ground. We heard her calling him from a nearby perch near their nesting spot.

He only lived for a few seconds after he fell and we brought him inside because that’s just what you do.

This morning I cried for a sweet little bird that God made. Our very own husband and wife pair of cardinals who lived right outside our dining room. They were one of the many sweet little surprises God has given us this past year of unbelievable change and sadness.

Yes, I cried real tears. And I was assured that it was perfectly alright for me to do so because God himself had his eye upon that little bird at the very moment I did.

It was a holy moment.

I knew as I watched our sweet little winged neighbor die that God was calling me to remember how dependent we are upon him and how much he cares for us, since he even gives his attention to the death of such little creatures.

These beautiful living ornaments of nature are what God always seems to point to when we fear loss of life or lack of basic necessities.

Matthew 6:25-27

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?

And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?

Matthew 10:28-31

And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.

But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.

Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Thank you for this little bird, Jesus. Thank you for the joy he brought us in life, the beauty of your creation that he vibrantly reflected to all who saw him, and that he reminded me of your tender fatherly care when he let out his last breath.

He will be missed.

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