songbird

I went to bed in a troubled state of mind: doctor’s appointment in the morning. I hardly slept and certainly didn’t rest but I lay down anyway and dozed off.

At 1.30 am I woke again, still troubled. Arranging the pillows I sat up, worrying. Then I heard a song: out in the garden a Robin was singing. Such beautiful, bountiful song. No cares, no worries; just the song.

Now  I thought how Jesus had said that not one sparrow falls to the ground without my Father knowing. And I remembered how the lilies of the field neither work nor care and yet they are clothed.

And in that moment of deep time I knew that worry is not lifted but walked with. Sorrows, there will be: but never lived alone. My Father cares and knows all my needs. And I am loved, as the songbird is loved – eternally.