My prayer request list is growing heavy. A young family loses their husband/father to a vicious cancer. A fiancée, instead of planning her wedding, dreads the anniversary of the jog her loved one never returned from last year. A son goes off to college, and two months later is diagnosed with stage four cancer. Others battle infections, chronic pain, family hostility, strokes, break-ups, houses that won’t sell, or bills that can’t be paid.
It’s pulling me to my knees.
Sometimes in tears, always with anguished heart, I lift the aching ones up to the father who cares.
In this huge, crazy world, how can anyone care about every person, every family, and every broken heart?
I know only one who can, because he is love. Love that never fails. The source of life, and in the end, all we have.
And not one sparrow falls to the earth without his knowledge.
The common house sparrow is probably the least noble or photographed of all feathered creatures. They certainly aren’t sought after by birders, since sparrows cluster in towns and cities, and their little tan bodies display little to warrant attention.
We’d expect him to notice great birds of flight, or colorful plumage
or rare appearances.
Sparrows can’t swim, fish or land or take off in the water.
And they certainly aren’t fierce or noble.
Nevertheless, each tiny sparrow gets his attention.
And every hair on your head. Thick and curly, thin or balding, he knows them all, even the ones you washed down the drain in the shower.
He knows our loses in more detail than we do.
And he cares.
By now, are you singing this song?
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