My family didn't do the whole pet name thing. No sweetie, darling, or dear. No short version of names. Nothing like that. But on rare occasion, very rare, my mother called me Birdie.
She said that I was like a little bird--readily startled, more easily harmed than healed, prone to flying off into the skies just to see what was behind the next cloud. And I suppose that assessment fits me still.
Right now, I truly would like to take off for the blue sky. It's been a tough week--one battle after another and not any of them resolved, some unresolvable. I need help where there is none to be found and where no voice answers mine. There are so many things that are out of my hands.
Honestly, I don't know what to do next. But I do know where to turn because my mother taught me that God keeps his eye on the sparrow. That makes all the difference:
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!
Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near.
Do not be anxious about anything,
but in every situation, by prayer and petition,
present your requests to God.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Finally, brothers and sisters,
whatever is true,
whatever is noble,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable
—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—
think about such things.
Whatever you have learned or received
or heard from me, or seen in me
—put it into practice.
And the God of peace will be with you.
No matter what, God is still in charge. Even if the situation cannot be remedied, God has already prepared an answer and he helps us to cope. He knows the value of sparrows.
Life is good.
Truly, I am grateful.