I tell the kids that I know personally that God is Who He says He is by the work of the Holy Spirit in my life. The internal knowledge of His touch. The comfort I feel after a deep prayer-time. Even this morning I had brought my tea tray back to bed, and afterward was praying---just pouring my heart out. Just before that I'd watched this darling little sparrow in the chicken yard. It's a fat one, very tame and just sits there and either eats the chickens' feed, or nibbles on the bread I toss out there. Not skittish at all. Well, after I'd prayed, I went out there again because Anastasia was fussing about having laid her egg. She was loud, as usual.
Sadly, there was a dead sparrow in the large bowl of water we leave out for the dogs. I was too late to save it.
I buried it, came back in and cried some more. Told the Lord that that was the crowning moment for a pretty lousy mood. Instantly I was reminded of the verses we all know about the sparrows.
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the vary hairs of your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."~Matthew 10:29-31
He could do what he wanted to with the sparrow. They're all His. I see it that he used one of them to bless me, even with a sacrifice. Thankfully, we saw the tame sparrow later on, at least the girls did. Sorry one died, but it hurt more to think it was the little fat one who I'd grown attached to.
And I was just telling Bonnie that I can feel prayers being sent up for our family. I can feel the joy a bit once again. God is faithful. Thank you so much.
