Sparrows are a dime a dozen in this world; it's even hard to tell one species from another. And yet, not a single one of them is ever forgotten by God. I know His eye is on this Sparrow, and He watches over me and takes care of me. I am never forgotten by my Father. I may be little, but I am loved. That's hard to remember when the voices of condemnation whisper their lies, but He reminds me it is true. He is smiling on His Sparrow today. And He is smiling on us all...
Peace to all who stop by today!
With love,
