Does Jesus care about you and the things that mean so much to you?
Situation. This past week while I was sitting at the kitchen table with my husband and 3-year-old, we were watching hundreds of bugs flying around our back yard, when we saw a bird fly right into our sliding glass door. It was a loud THUNK! Then it flew away and landed on our wooden bear statue in the back yard.
I continued watching it for a minute, and it did not fly away. I stepped outside and walked slowly over to the statue. I noticed that the bird’s eyes were open. While I talked softly to the bird, I picked it up in my hands and cupped my hands gently around it.
The white-breasted nuthatch did not even try to flap its wings while I was holding it. My husband and children were watching me from the kitchen, and I motioned to my husband to get the camera. He came out to the deck and snapped a few pictures of me with the white-breasted nuthatch.
Can you see the excitement in my eyes as I hold that cute little bird? As my husband said to our children, “Mommy is the bird whisperer!”, my smile got even bigger!
After a few minutes, I decided to let the bird go as it was starting to try to flap its wings. I set it on the lowest branch on my purple maple tree and watched it as it went up the tree and was looking ever so cautiously back at me.
As the excitement wore down, I began to get back to my household duties. About 45 minutes later, as I was having a nice conversation with my husband, my 5-year-old ran in with urgency in his voice telling me that there was a bird in the grass outside.
I tried to ask him if it was alive, but he was too focused on me just getting outside and checking on this bird. So I quickly excused myself from my nice conversation with my husband, put my shoes on, and followed my son outside.
There it was, that little white-breasted nuthatch that I was just holding 45 minutes ago, was lying lifeless in the grass. My guess is that the little bird had some internal bleeding from flying into the sliding glass door.
Thoughts and feelings. Poor little bird. Another failed attempt to helping a bird. I was sad, but this time, I did not shed a tear.
Truth. I reflected back on my day as I was lying in bed that evening. God reminded me that He is in control. He knows that my heart breaks every time I see a dead bird. God will comfort me through the heart-break, and He will help you through your heart-break too.
As I flipped through the hymnbook the next day, searching for a song to play on my flute, I stopped at the song “Does Jesus Care?”. Stanza 3 says, “When for my deep grief I find no relief, Tho’ my tears flow all the night long?” The chorus “When the days are weary, the long nights dreary, I know my Savior cares.”
“Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore; ye are of more value than many sparrows.” Luke 12: 6-7
Outcome. I spent time in God’s Word that night and prayed. I slept in peace feeling God’s arms wrapped around me.
Are there times in your life that you wonder if God really cares for you?