Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Sparrow

The Carpenter's shop is quiet today.

I was playing outside and came across a little bird...a sparrow. He had fallen from his nest and had broken his wing. I was overcome with shock at the site. At first, I thought he was dead. He was barely breathing.The mother bird was swooping around my head, squawking out threats and sadness...desperation. She knew her baby was in danger.

I scooped him up and took him to my Father (He saw it all from the window. He never misses a thing.). When I brought Him the little bird, He had already prepared a place for him. A soft blanket was laid across one of the tables in the corner of the shop.

It was a quiet place,
safe from drafts and noise.

There were bandages and tools laid out that I was unfamiliar with. Tools that brought healing. I could hear my Father singing over the little bird. I could see it's tummy go up and down...breathing ever so slightly. He was too weak to complain of the pain that was surely there as my Daddy bandaged up his wing. I smelled a sweet salve, something that made your heart grow hopeful. I knew that my little feathered friend was in the best of care, so I went back outside to reflect on what I had just seen...




This little bird was in the Hands of HOPE. As bad as it looked, I knew that this little sparrow was in the Hands of Hope Eternal.

Zephaniah 3:17

The LORD your God is with you,
he is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love,
he will rejoice over you with singing."

“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."

This post is dedicated to Varney...a little sparrow who flew home to Jesus.

Until next time,

The Carpenter's Daughter


  1. What a well written blog.....beautiful, heartfelt & thorough....thank-you.