“We don’t have money for our mortgage tomorrow,” I said with tears streaming down my face. “I mean, Dana, Michael’s job isn’t paying us, this is the sixth week we have gone without a paycheck.”
Dana (or Roomie as we called one another in college) was a sounding board for me and a friend who would listen and pray for me over the phone.
“Rachel, you know, let me share this with you. When Richard and I were going through all that legal mess, I went to see my priest and he told me to do this. I want you to do it, too. He told me to take a piece of paper and a pencil then draw a bird. Put it on your mirror, Roomie. And remember, if God is taking care of the birds, how much more will He take care of you?”
So, I did just that.
After we moved to Mountain View, four years later, the pastor's wife and I were talking about the song, His Eye is on the Sparrow. She'd asked me if I would like to request a song for the Sunday Service, and that was the song I wanted to hear.
During the worship time, later that week, she said, “I was talking to a friend this week about how God takes care of us. And the Bible tells us if He takes care of the birds of the air, how much more will He take care of us?”
And she sang it. That song that I had carved in my heart and on my piece of paper. The song that hung on my mirror as a hand drawn picture of a sparrow. And now hung in my memory of the past ten years and how God was always watching. Always aware.
And sometimes I wanted to yell at God, “Take your eye off the sparrow and look at me!”
But, now, as her words filled the sanctuary, I knew He had never taken His eye off of me. I looked down at the church bulletin to calm the tears welling up in my eyes. Thankful that God, who watches the sparrows, had indeed watched me, too.