I know I would not be a good sparrow. It says in Scripture that the birds of the air do not worry their way through life; God provides food as they need it. I worry about things I don’t need to worry about. If I see someone else struggling with a problem, or how to solve a conflict; I am already in motion about possible solutions, and the ramifications of various options. Fortunately I have a few friends who will catch me in the initial phases of taking on unassigned tasks.
I would have made a great rat or chipmunk however. I can scan a rummage shop and always find something to rescue. In fact, I can sense objects just waiting as I drive by antique shops or second-hand stores. I view this as a gift, but some of my friends are not convinced that this skill of mine should show up on my list of favorable attributes. Left to myself, I would be like a chipmunk who stuffed so many sunflower seeds into his cheeks, that he couldn’t get down into his hole.
The spring peepers came out to sing their lovely chorus for the first time the other night; and then it proceeded to go down to twenty five degrees. How they managed to stay warm I can only imagine. Oops, there I go again. There are times when I catch myself at the beginning of the worry routine. It does help to take a deep breath and remember that Jesus is close at hand, ready and waiting for me to relinquish the areas of my life in which I operate so unsuccessfully.