Today on the walk to school, my youngest daughter peers first into the tiny sparrow nest in the bush along the path. It’s as small as a silver dollar. Oh, the wonder to see the first little egg, smaller than a jelly bean.
I note the size of both the nest and egg and the little sparrows to whom this belongs. I think of Matthew 10 and how Jesus says that not a sparrow falls to the ground outside of the Father’s care. He then explains how we are worth more than sparrows to God.
I love carefully watching the sparrow. I wish sparrow were a verb! It would mean to dart about and then settle with joy, knowing you were fully cared for by a loving Father.