Sparrow

This little bird has been through lonely deserts, through barbed wire, hurts, and trial.  It's been hungry and tired.  But has found somewhere safe to land just for a moment's rest.  It has a story to tell.  To sing.  If anyone will listen.  Though such a small creature, it has a powerful voice.  HE is watching over little us and never gives up on us.

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?

Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.

Indeed, the very hairs on your head are numbered.

Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.  Matthew 10:29-31

二羽のすずめは一アサリオンで売られているではないか。しかもあなたがたの父の許しがなければ、その一羽も地に落ちることはない。
またあなたがたの頭の毛までも、みな数えられている。
それだから、恐れることはない。あなたがたは多くのすずめよりも、まさった者である。

~*~

I drew this with a ballpoint pen at a camp retreat in the early summer of 2011.  I remember this weekend vividly.  I was going through a bout of depression.  God had suddenly turned off.  I couldn't hear Him.  Couldn't see Him.  Couldn't feel Him.  I felt complete darkness.  And I freaked out.  I spiraled and I cried for hours in bed.  I was also struggling with Aaron.  We hit our fighting stage in the relationship and without God, I couldn't make sense of anything.  

Aaron tried to help me by taking him on his church's camp retreat.  But I still wanted to be left alone.  I didn't want people.  I wanted God.  I spent a lot of the retreat sitting on the sand at the beach.  Looking at the ocean.  Waiting for God to speak.  Finally, at the last night, the song "His Eye is on the Sparrow" came into my head.  I scribbled this picture of the little bird on the fence.

Finally, after that long weekend.  I heard Him.  I could rest.