Counting Sparrows

After the recent hurricane, Gustav, my husband and I attempted to drive through town to our home to check out any damage. (We stayed with my parents during the storm.) We weren’t prepared for much of what we saw. Hurricane force winds can do unbelievable damage. Every street and yard was littered with trees and sheets of metal roofing that came from who knows where. Huge oak trees were laying on their sides as if a giant child had simply pushed them over. Power lines were mangled and hanging in every direction.

A short while later, back at Mom’s house, I was taking photos of the area when I discovered this bird’s nest.

Before that day, I had not noticed it. It had probably been hidden by a few more leaves before the storm. It was unbelievable to me that it was still intact after enduring 90 mph winds the previous day. And . . . it wasn’t even in a tree! The nest had been built in a single grape vine that was clinging to a small arbor. I walked around it, looking at it from every angle, trying to figure out how in the world the nest had managed to stay in one piece and remain in its very fragile environment.

Earlier, during our drive, I saw once-massive pine trees laying in splinters and huge oaks resting on crashed roof tops and one street after the other, blocked by fallen power lines with trees on top of them. And yet, here was this bird’s nest ~ untouched ~ in a tiny grape vine. In the midst of my amazement, while gawking at the nest and trying to discover its secret, I suddenly noticed – in the background, beyond the nest – a large fallen tree. It had been broken at its trunk as if it had been a twig.

“God, what in the world was going on during that storm?”
Suddenly, the nest and the tree were a picture to me of life on this planet ~ a picture that represents all of those questions we’re saving up for God ~ a picture of “those days” when we are ready to throw in the towel because 2 + 2 never quite equals 4.
Those days leave us all struggling to catch our breath. Way too often . . . life doesn’t make sense. Good people – who love God – struggle under the weight of heavy loss. Selfish people – who live lives of total disregard for any person or any god but themselves – seem to enjoy lives of abundance and ease. And every now and then, in the midst of it, almost involuntarily, we hear ourselves whisper . . .

“God, what in the world is going on?”

Why does God allow the loss, the confusion, the lack, the wait? Why does a 100 year old oak fall, and a bird’s nest remain untouched? Why do saintly people sometimes suffer and at the same time, professional sinners seem to cruise through life unscathed? I suspect that even if Father God chose to explain a few details – we’d scarcely grasp them.

The truth is that He alone is able to see the entire mosaic that He has been building since before time began, whereas we can barely comprehend the single tile that we’ve been placed on. These are the days when we must choose to trust an ever faithful God whose actions (or inactions) we may not understand. He loves us. He only has our ultimate, eternal good in mind. He is faithful. And He is glorified when we trust Him during the confusion.
Deep down, of course, we know these things about our God. We really do. We know that we can’t comprehend His immeasurable love for us. We know that He has plans for our lives. (Jeremiah 29:11) We know that He promises . . . never to leave us nor forsake us.” (Joshua 1:5) We know that He has . . . engraved our names on the palms of His hands. (Isaiah 49:16) We know that He is holy and awesome and good and truly a perfect parent. We know . . . in our heads. Our hearts, however, sometimes need reminders.
Soooooo . . . . I am asking the Father to use the picture of the bird’s nest and the fallen tree to remind me that in the midst of powerful, destructive, fear-inducing storms in life, that He is not only capable of holding my lifemy nest together, but He desires to do so! I am asking Him to whisper in my ear a reminder of an intact bird’s nest after 90 mph winds. I am asking Him to use the storms of life – not to bring fear – but to remind me of a God whose hand and whose love is mightier than ANY storm.

If He saw fit to save a bird’s nest . . . if He’s still counting 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. (Matthew 10:29)

And if He’s still counting the hairs on our heads . . .

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. (Matthew 10:30)

Then He is STILL waiting for us to trust that His arms are long enough to reach into our lives and hold us through our present storms . . .

He is enough.

As for God, His way is perfect!
(Psalm 18:30)

(Also posted at The Internet Cafe’)


9 Responses to “Counting Sparrows”

  1. Julie, Says:

    Oh I loved this picture, friend.

    As usual the truths of Papa’s heart come flowing out in your words….

    You bless me!


  2. Suzanne Says:

    Loved this beautiful post!

  3. Phyllis@Aimless Conversation Says:

    This was a great reminder of His love for us. Thank you for this beautiful illustration and example of how much he cares.

    I hope your home came through the storm okay.

  4. Bridget G. Says:

    That was a beautiful post, and a true message. Thank You.

  5. Dawn Says:

    What an incredible site and blog. You summed it up beautifully. Thank you so much for sharing.

  6. // // Says:

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  7. Amy Says:

    Awesome… and thanks for the encouragement the other night. I really needed it

  8. Linda Says:

    Oh, this is an unbelievably anointed post. Thank you for sharing.

  9. cameliamusings Says:

    I’ve been savoring this post in the midst of my own storm. It is out of the world amazing thing that we can praise Him in all our storms because He alone is enough. Thanks for the grace filled post!

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