But, I remembered to be thankful. I quickly turned from near-panic to trust. I remembered the sparrow.
I went home, read, ate, and finally (and calmly) checked my account balance. All was well. All is grace. A malfunctioning gas pump sent me to Jesus' feet. How can I not be thankful for moments and circumstances that bring me near to His presence?
And even if I had completely depleted my bank accounts? Still thankful. Still trusting. His eye never leaves me. El Roi!
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.
I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,
For 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 doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
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;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
by Civilla D. Martin
For more on sparrows:
Psalm 84 - Even the sparrow finds a home in the dwelling place of the Lord.
Matthew 10 & Luke 12 - Not one (almost) valueless sparrow falls without the Lord seeing it. And I am of much more value than a sparrow.
So beautifully written!
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