His Eye is on the Sparrow
Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? Matthew 6:26
According to a chart I just read on a website that should be knowledgeable, the Autumnal Equinox for the year 2007 occurs on September 23rd in the continental United States. That's tomorrow, right? And if my understanding is correct, that means that autumn, a/k/a fall, a/k/a my favorite season of the year, begins tomorrow. Well now, that is something nice to think about after many weeks of hot, sticky weather, mosquitoes, and other unpleasant things. I feel a coolness, crispness in the air and up go all my windows. Ahh, feels good.
My dear feathered friends are busy now. The robins were all over the yards in our neighborhood this morning, filling their bellies with seeds, worms and whatever else it is that they eat. They have congregated in huge numbers, many of whom just began life this summer, as they start their journey southward. I always marvel at the migration of birds. Last year I did a post about it if anyone cares to go read it. All of the birds are busy now, knowing that their difficult days are coming. You see them fluttering about, often with their young following behind begging for food. Since the juveniles have to learn to fend for themselves, they are now being ignored by their parents. Danger has returned to the ones who come to my feeder. I saw a sizeable clump of feathers down near one of the large trees--an indication that a morning dove had met its death. So the hawks have returned from their summer in the nearby wooded areas along the interstate.
Well, the Lord will be their help and guide through the winter. Some of them will make it and some won't. It's all up to Him. Of course, it will be the same for mankind. It's all up to Him. Knowing that our future and our well being rest with Him should help us to face all of the seasons of life with quietness of heart. I'm praying that for myself and for all of you. After all, His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely
And long for heav'n and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
My constant Friend is he:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know he watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know he watches me.
"Let not your heart be troubled,"
His tender Word I hear,
And resting on his goodness,
I lose my doubt and fear;
Though by the path he leadeth
But one step I may see:
Whenever I am tempted,
Whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing,
When hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to him,
From care he sets me free.
My dear feathered friends are busy now. The robins were all over the yards in our neighborhood this morning, filling their bellies with seeds, worms and whatever else it is that they eat. They have congregated in huge numbers, many of whom just began life this summer, as they start their journey southward. I always marvel at the migration of birds. Last year I did a post about it if anyone cares to go read it. All of the birds are busy now, knowing that their difficult days are coming. You see them fluttering about, often with their young following behind begging for food. Since the juveniles have to learn to fend for themselves, they are now being ignored by their parents. Danger has returned to the ones who come to my feeder. I saw a sizeable clump of feathers down near one of the large trees--an indication that a morning dove had met its death. So the hawks have returned from their summer in the nearby wooded areas along the interstate.
Well, the Lord will be their help and guide through the winter. Some of them will make it and some won't. It's all up to Him. Of course, it will be the same for mankind. It's all up to Him. Knowing that our future and our well being rest with Him should help us to face all of the seasons of life with quietness of heart. I'm praying that for myself and for all of you. After all, His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely
And long for heav'n and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
My constant Friend is he:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know he watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know he watches me.
"Let not your heart be troubled,"
His tender Word I hear,
And resting on his goodness,
I lose my doubt and fear;
Though by the path he leadeth
But one step I may see:
Whenever I am tempted,
Whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing,
When hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to him,
From care he sets me free.
This wonderful trusting hymn was written by a woman named Mrs. Civilla Martin. My new bloggy friend Sparrow should appreciate this one!
7 comments:
It's so comforting, isn't it: that our Heavenly Father even cares for the little sparrows. I love this hymn that you posted.
And can you believe how hot it was today-- and humid-- and tomorrow is the first day of fall??
Beautiful posts about the birds, Maxine. And I love that hymn.
I love the birds, Cathy. They bring me closer to the Lord, somehow.
Hi Beka. You are so right! But I decided not to count today, because it's been so beautiful all week. And tomorrow's going to be better again. So the light is at the end of the tunnel.
MAxine..I love love love this song...and sometimes find myself singing it....just out of the blue..love your post..check out my blog!!!!
Deby
Hahahahahaha, indeed I DO appreciate this post and was just thinking that as I was reading down and then laughed when you said what I was thinking. Meeting you as brought a special sweetness to my blog life.
We've had a few of those feather clumps where the evidence of 'fowl' play as occurred. Sadly, such are the ways of life within the animal kingdom. Mourning Doves are cute but my daughter says they are somewhat stupid in the head. Hence the term, 'bird brain'.
Summer is slipping away as that cool airs of Autumn, you speak of, drift in. But the good news is, we can eventually plant our new tulip bulbs. Yea, goodbye mosquitoes. They've bitten my daughter's legs something fierce as she raked the pre-fall backyard leaves.
Thank you for this sweet post about birds, my bloggy friend.
His eye is on the sparrow - He does not stop its' fall, but He watches...
This is still comforting to me!
Thinking of you and your birds and the hymn... I love fall. :)
Yes, fall is here -- can't wait for the weather to do likewise! Your post on Saturday tied into some of the things we heard in the message yesterday. I love the chorus to this hymn.
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