When I was young, I used to imagine I was a bird. If I was sad, or I had a test I hadn't studied for, or I was stressed over what then seemed like a mountain of a worry...I would picture myself as a bird. Dumb and free, able to leave it all behind and forget what I had left. As an adult, from the back of a Harley, I would look up and see birds migrating to warmer climates and think of how lucky they were, that twice a year they got to leave their life behind and start new somewhere else. Somewhere more suited to them and what they needed. Now let me be clear. I absolutely loathe birds. I think they are disgusting. But the freedom have? The beauty of not having a memory? The ability to just pick up and start new somewhere else? Not needing anyone or anything? How wonderful that is.
Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
ReplyDeleteWhy should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven 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.
---Civilla Martin, 1905---