I wrote this about 4 years ago - His Eye is on the Sparrow: At work, about a month ago, I decided to get out the the air-conditioned office and go out on the balcony. Our office is on the 3rd floor and we have a glass surround on the balcony. Just before I went to sit down, I noticed a small bird. As I am not much of a bird person, I cannot tell you what type it was but it was a small brown bird. It seemed to be limping around and seemed stunned. I looked at its feet and noticed that they seemed to be curled over. For some reason I picked the bird up and at first it seemed quite distressed. It puffed its feathers up and seemed hyper-alert. After a while it just setttled in the cup of both of my hands. It started to relax. I noticed that its eyes were starting to close so I just held it to comfort it. It almost seemed to go floppy and I thought that it looked like it was going to die. It distressed me to see this bird in such a state. So I just held it and nurtured it. For about 10 minutes I held it in my hands trying to bring comfort and healing. It was getting near the end of my morning tea period and I went to go back in the kitchen. Little did I know, quite a few of the girls from the office who were also at morning tea noticed what I was doing with the bird and they had been watching the interaction between the bird and I. Someone opened the glass door. I told them that I wanted to let the bird go. So someone else called the lift and opened the lift door and pressed the button for me to go out. All the while I was holding the little bird with both hands as it had woken up at this stage and was once again stressed by the goings on. As I walked out the front of the building and turned the corner to go to a garden in some nearby houses. At first I put the little bird on the ground and watched it. It didnt seem to open its feet properly and couldnt seem to stand properly. Then I went to put it on top of a fence. It still didnt seem to be able to grasp onto this either. By this stage the bird felt safe around me and didnt seem to worry that I would hurt it in any way. It seemed to trust me. Finally I put my finger out and the bird finally grasped onto my hand. I suddenly realised that until the bird knew it would be able to clasp it wouldnt be able to fly. I had never realised that before. If you cannot feel safe on the ground, how can you ever fly? Just as I was taking this all in I decided to lift my hand up to encourage the bird to fly. It looked at me, and it closed its eye like a wink, and then flew off. I felt so touched by this experience. When I went back into the office so many people came up to me to tell me that they had seen me hold the bird. They said that I was not just holding the bird. They could see that there was something profound happening. One person said what they saw was not just physical but there was something spiritual about this experience. Another said you were blessed. I too believe that I was blessed. It gave me a real insight into how God must feel when he sees us when life gets too hard and we are not coping. He wants to hold us and to nuture us until we feel safe enough to fly. Knowing how I felt toward this little bird gave me a tiny inkling into how God loves us and is there wanting to see us not only live but to thrive and be all that he made us to be. What an amazing experience. I will always treasure this remembering that God is always there and always willing to nuture and to support me in the hard times as well as the easy times. A couple of weeks later at church the person who had organised the worship service had a special segment on birds and messages of hope and healing. Having just had this experience with the bird, it resonated with me and once again I felt the healing hand of God as He was evidencing once again His love to me.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 10:36:46 +0000
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