when you are feeling overwhelmed…
When
a sparrow gets caught behind the couch, it’s the light at the other
end, behind the poor thing, that we keep trying to turn that one
pounding heart towards.
Because the thing is and don’t I know it:
If you’re turned the wrong way, you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel.
So I’m kneeled on the floor in front of a pounding-heart bird and the
moment, it’s a prayer for the sparrow and for me and for all the
overwhelmed ones lost and turned around and looking for a way out:
Lord God — of all the world, You see the sparrows —
us with the
messy nests who are welcome at Your altar,
us with the
loneliness who are encircled in Your care,
us with the smallness who are
remembered and held and never forgotten
before the God who has an eye for all the Sparrows.
So sparrows don’t stress. Because they trust. Your Will is better than our ways.
So sparrows don’t hurry. Because they don’t fear. Your altar is better than our agendas.
So sparrows don’t worry —
Because they are Yours.
Your sovereignty is better than the skies.
Simplicity doesn’t mean we will live uncomplicated lives.
Simplicity is a matter of Focus — the grace to focus our lives simply on
Christ.
Be our sole Focus, our only Hope, our deepest Joy —
That we may abandon all the worries… and
abide in all Your Word —
Those pages that open up like wings.
And the sparrow, it turns right there on the floor behind the couch,
turns towards the window — focuses and sees — and we witness it.
How
a sparrow can fall to the ground –
and still fly again.
I found this post on this blog today.... the lady who wrote the book 1,000 Gifts. I rarely read her blog, because I don't have time. Today I took the time. Funny how those things work out. So like the Lord, huh? It describes exactly how I have felt the last couple of weeks. Overwhelmed. For many reasons. Tiredness, stress, lots of activity. But most of all, just realizing that I'm not pressing into the Lord as I should when I'm feeling this way. "Where are you?" I felt Him say to me today. "Why are you not asking me for help?" Ugh. That's it. I need HIS help. I can't do all this in my own humanness. Thank you, Lord for Ann Voskamp and her post today. Thank you for your still, small voice to remind me that you see me. Your little sparrow.
