And I Know He Watches Me!

Posted by on Feb 1, 2015 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

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Three chickadees dined at our bird feeder this morning. The first one darted in, perched on the side and pecked at the suet they seem to prefer over the seed. When two more approached, he skittered away. While one bird took his place, the other perched on the deck rail waiting his turn, like a customer at a restaurant listening for his name to be called.

Finally, the second patron left and the patient one took the preferred spot, never mind that he ignored the opposite side which also provides suet.

We did buy two kinds of suet. Maybe this is evidence of a preference.

I’ve been thoroughly enjoying watching the birds. I find myself looking for reasons to stay and work at my kitchen table so I can enjoy their arrivals and departures. That isn’t too hard with a book deadline fast approaching, but it can be distracting.

We have four kinds of birds so far. The chickadees are my favorite. We also have the sparrows and the wrens. Then there is the tufted titmouse pair. They are a lovely bird with a horrible name. At least, that is my opinion. A few more come by to see what all of the excitement is about, but don’t stay to eat. Those include the cardinals and even a red-headed woodpecker!

Once the little birds fly away we can’t see them in the underbrush and on the trees. But, the bright ones—the cardinals, blue jays, and the woodpecker—we can see from clear across the property. From my table I can watch them fly from branch to branch in the big trees at the back of the garden.

As I watch the birds enjoying their new source of food or flitting from branch to branch I think sometimes about the verses in the Bible regarding birds.

 Matthew 6:26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

Matthew 10:31 Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.

I also think about the song I’ve heard all of my life, especially one line: His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he watches me.

God doesn’t have a problem seeing the birds in the underbrush. He doesn’t depend on their coloring to make them visible on a cloudy winter day. No, He sees them anytime and anywhere. And, it is no different with me.

In Psalm 139:7-12 I am told that I cannot hide from God.

Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

Not only does God care for the birds. Even more than that, he cares for me! His thoughts toward me are more than the sand of the sea! Check that out! It is in Psalm 139 also. I’m not going to tell you which verse, though. It will do you good to find it for yourself!