God knows every Sparrow that Lives and Falls

Life can bellow beauty and whirlwinds of wonderment. Eyes are enchanted by sparkle-stars that dot-to-dot the sky like pearlescent polka-dots. Sights are bright with sunshine rays, speckling the month of merry May.

Life is a diamond encapsulated by rough rock.

I found a diamond amidst my mom’s backyard a few days ago. It was a sweet sparrow sight. Baby birds slept comfortably in an ornate nest. A corner in the wooden fence, made for a comfy, hay-like home. Tiny yellow beaks timely silent, then chirp-chanting for mama’s nourishment. The god-given gift nourished my soul with joy.

My “joy diamond” turned into a solemn rock a few days later. My mom told me that the baby sparrows died. They fell out of their nest, now being nestled by the cold ground. My heart became an overcast of somber spirit clouds. But then, my mom cited a verse that she has reiterated to me throughout the years...

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. - Matthew 10:29-30

At that second, my heart lifted into promising blue skies. God knows every sparrow that falls. His loving heart holds all creation. He uncovers every sorrow saturated rock and chips open rainbow ravished diamonds.
God, our Father, tends to His sheep and also keeps watch over sparrows in the forgettable distance.

So, even though I witnessed life and death in a few short days, I know God is in the midst of every delicate to disastrous detail.

There is a time for everything as Ecclesiastes states. I want to witness all colored auras of life. Because, when sorrow sprouts, dancing daffodils ALWAYS bloom in the morning.

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