The sea is His, for it was He who made it, And His hands formed the dry land.
“Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?”
The bird was perched on top of the feeder, looking down as I photographed him.
I wonder what birds think about the feeders that people put out for them.
Do they understand that an actual person somehow gets all that seed and is placing it out where they can have it?
Do they wonder with amazement how an entire container of just seed happens to be near them?
Or do they just accept that it is simply there and never ponder how or why?
God provides for the birds by natural means and also by enabling humans to gather seed and generously present it in various types of feeders.
God provides for the birds.
We are worth much more than they are.
God will provide for us, too, in whatever way we need.
And when He does, do we understand and acknowledge that it is God who is providing for us?
I will sing to the LORD all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
Shout for joy to God, all the earth;
sing the glory of His name;
give to Him glorious praise!
Say to God, “How awesome are Your deeds!
So great is Your power that Your enemies come cringing to You.
All the earth worships You
and sings praises to You;
they sing praises to Your name.”
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It had started raining about a half hour before I was to leave work.
When I had finally gathered all my things—-including a briefcase, purse, and a bottle of water—I headed out to the parking lot.
On the way, I scurried under a covered walkway as far as I could.
Not only was there rain, there was lightning.
Feeling uneasy about walking right out into the rain and flashes of light, I began to pray as I did so.
My prayer was probably something like this:
“Lord, please protect me.”
As I walked on the pavement, I suddenly heard a bird.
I looked up to see a bird singing, very high in a palm tree.
Singing in the midst of the storm.
Singing in the top of a tree.
Some lyrics came to my mind.
“For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”
(by Civilla D. Martin)
As I got into my car, the storm continued.
I lowered a window in the car and got out my camera.
With a good zoom shot, I photographed the little bird.
Jesus said, “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”
God was comforting me with a singing bird, reminding me that His eye was on me as I walked across the parking lot in the rain and lightning.
His eye is on you, too.
Even when you walk through a storm…..
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