With his tiny feet resting lightly on the snow’s surface, he reminded me of the Father’s loving care. I love birds, and felt so bad for that brave little guy. Pecking at the plants growing in the roof eaves, the only things not buried by snow.
“Don’t worry, I care for the birds,” a gentle whisper came.And that took my mind back to my morning Bible reading. Don’t worry the Lord said. Because just as he feeds the birds and dresses the flowers in their bright colors, he will also care for us.
Yet, we often do fret and worry, don’t we?
We wonder how to get by or how we’ll pay the bills. And we strive to have money in the bank, a secure job, and a sturdy home, all paid for. All good and necessary things, to be sure.
But security, I’ve come to realize, is really only a shaky illusion. Natural disasters wipe homes away all the time. People show up for work, only to be let go. And money, well it often has a way of vanishing into thin air, doesn’t it?