His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Late in May, my son discovered a robin's nest in our shrub at the front corner of our garage. Every time we would exit the car and head for the house, a bird would fly out of the shrub, barely missing a collision with us. After the tenth time or so, the shock started to wear off!

By pulling back one of the branches, we could get a good look at any progress in the nest. First one egg, then two and finally three. Same thing watching the hatching process . . it was very exciting and fun getting updates.

On Memorial Day weekend, we had a nice family gathering at our house. A good number of my brothers and sisters families came over. We used the garage for setting out the food and ended up hanging out in the driveway to soak up the sun. Of course our robin parents weren't too happy about the large gathering so close to their nest. The poor dears hopped around the surrounding yards, chirping loudly to each other. I guess we must have displaced them for several hours. Feeling a bit sorry, I tried to move our group a little farther away from the shrub, to allow the birdies access to the nest. The babies were newly hatched, barely any feathers and eyes still shut. The picture I posted, is from that very day.

Well it was only a week later that our house burned down. If you can imagine the chaos and whirl of emotions of that morning, picture me wandering down the street and through neighbors yards. I was overwhelmed. But, I distinctly remember noticing my robin friends with me. They also were alarmed and distressed and hopping around the same yards as me. "Oh, your babies!" , I vocalized. Several times I observed the robin parents in various surrounding neighbors yards, watching all the crazy activity going on and unable to reach their nest. They were keeping me company in some ways.

Hours later, when all the activity died down and I was one of the last people around, I thought to check on the robin nest. I pulled back the branch and there were three feathered baby robins with eyes wide open staring back at me! It warmed my heart.

Luke 12: 6Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies[a]? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. 7Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.