On one of the fiercest winter nights, I thought I saw something on my porch. In the dark, with only the porch light on, I examined the space from my low vantage point. I saw nothing. Nothing except for a small rock. My husband, out of frustration a few years back, placed the rock on top of our post to keep birds from building a nest in the spring. I thought I saw a little head peeking out, so I wasn’t easily deterred. I got on a chair and upon further exploration, I startled a sweet sparrow nestled in between the rock and the post; it flew away.
Startled myself, I was sad I had dislodged it; I hoped it would return. I worried because it had been safe, and now it was out in the dark, confronting the wind.
It came back! I was joyful that it returned to its tiny nook to hide away from the assaulting wind. It made me happy to think that it came to my home and found shelter from the storm. I think God feels that way about us when we come to Him to find shelter from our storms.
A tiny sparrow,
taking refuge from the wind,
hidden on my porch.
Hidden from harm; hidden from sight; and hidden from the tumultuous wind. The little sparrow was safe on my porch. I was reminded of God’s words about hiding places and sparrows.
You dear one, are precious to Him. I pray you find a safe place away from the assailing winds of life, a place safe in His arms.
Psalm 32:7 You are my hiding place; You preserve me from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance.
Matthew 10:31 “So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”
What compassion and comfort all in the same few words. You understand better than most. Thank you.
Thank you Kathryn! I feel hugged:)