The birdfeeder is pretty depleted, but still they come,
dancing around it, sharing space, nibbling and then going. I’m trying hard to
identify them. Chaffinch. Yes, I’m pretty convinced I can identify the
chaffinch. Sparrow? Maybe. Blackbird – yup.
None are very eye-catching, and a friend said last week that
as the weather warmed up again, the goldfinches and siskins, birds strikingly
beautiful, weren’t coming anymore. They must be better able to forage than
these rather unremarkable and numerous ones out there now.
And yet Jesus created them all. Those of striking beauty and
those of ho-hum colouring. He provides for each one, each one as it desires, as
it requires.
May I walk into this week confident that whether I am a
goldfinch or a sparrow, Jesus loves and provides for me today.
Whether the global forecast is one of freezing temps or one
of luxuriant warmth, he still provides.
Profoundly grateful.
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