Thanks. This song really spoke much to me. His eye is on the sparrow. It put a new faith in to my heart. God bless you. Joshua Thomas
His eye is on the sparrow
our mailbox only closes part way, an enterprising sparrow was able
to get into it and build a nest. The mailman continued to deliver
the mail even as, over the course of a few weeks, all manner of twigs and leaves began to fill our
I feel the pang too, reading your story. It does feel like a small tragedy. But is it small to Him? If He speaks of His care of the bird, and we feel the pang, what does He feel? And if He says we are WORTH MUCH MORE, what are His emotions towards us and our well-being?
Thanks Seth. This was touching. Love to the Barnes.
What did you do with the eggs? How sad that is.. I am thankful God loves us more than the grass of the field and the sparrows. However He loves and pays attention to every detail of His creation. What a sad story.
Beautiful observation. I remember singing this hymn as a kid. “Why should I be discouraged…His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me.”
The eggs are still there in the nest in the mailbox. I was hoping that maybe the daddy bird would show up and take over. But he wasn’t there this morning.
Wow…………….awww. I hope he returns. 🙁