God Speaks Through a Sparrow -

God Speaks Through a Sparrow -

Ever since I was ten years old, living in Ohio, I have been at awe of the small and delicate Sparrow. Lately, as I spend more time sitting and watching out of the window and sitting on the front porch, I honestly feel a strange vibration inside of me when I see these tiny creatures fly around and scampering for food or chirping in the wind.

This feeling became more intense a few days ago when I found a tiny Sparrow wedged between my car’s side window and my mirror. I noticed it dark at night when its feathered were ruffled by the wind as I pulled the car over to take a look and see how badly it was hurt from hitting my car.

Taking it in my hand carefully, making sure I didn’t force any movement in case it had broken bones or wings, I took it home as it was obviously stunned from the impact of landing on my moving car. All the while I was holding it in my cupped hands, it was staring at me, peering its pain and mercy at my heart.

I know that all my life, God has blessed me with animals in my life. Animals that have shown great love towards me and my family. In return, I hope I gave them the best of my love as well. The day after I took the little bird into my care for an overnight sanctuary to keep it safe, I hoped it would recover and fly away the next morning. I gave it some fruit and moistened dog food to feed it overnight with a shallow bowl of water in case it needed a drink.

The next early morning, just about sunrise, I took the little Sparrow into the early sunlight of the morning sun and let the sun warm its tiny little body with its ruffled feathers. Eyes blinking quickly and its neck roving around to see if there were any dangers, it scoped the ground and the sky and took off to try to fly. It landed a few feet from where it started as it circled back to where it took off right by my feet.

The little Sparrow landed directly in front of me but the little bird kept his distance but I worried it would hurt itself more so I put it back into the box to give it more time to heal. Perhaps it was still too dark for it to fly and so I wanted to wait until the sun set higher in the sky. I let the sun warm the Sparrow up a little bit longer. About 2 hours later, I opened up the box and handled the Sparrow carefully placing in on the moist dew covered grass.

Strangely it moved a little closer to me and then, suddenly it took off and flew up in the front lawn tree. I couldn’t help but be intrigued how strong and brave the little guy was but was elated he flew and he seemed able to handle flight better than a few hours before.

Then, unexpectedly, he came out of the tree and I felt like he wanted to fly on my shoulder as it zipped by me in flight and landed on the front porch where we began this test of flight. His eyes blinking, his head moving and his feet steady, he looked at me, gave me a wink and flew off into the distance.

This Sparrow was never afraid of me and I somehow felt like it was safe by my side. I felt like it was God showing me that we weren't alone and that helping this little Sparrow was how he spoke to me and gave me the reassurances that He is always there when we need him or when His little creatures need the help of humans.