“Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Luke 12:7
This is a very personal account, but one I thought I should share. I was arriving to school early one morning, the sun was blazing and I was early. My first class wasn’t to start until 8:30 am, and it was 7:30am. I had an hour. I was exhausted from the night before, I had stayed up as an intemperate child doing school work and so I decided I’d walk to Pugh Hall, where they had couches and I’d fling myself there for a while, set my phone on vibrate with an alarm in my pocket and then go to class. I had a plan.
So, I walked up to Pugh Hall, and as I reach the door my foot hit something and something made me turn around and I saw a little bird, it was one of those cute chubby small birds, black and yellow. The most beautiful little thing thrown on the ground, hurt.
My heart broke as I saw it there, I thought I was one of those people who would never touch a hurt animal, but my heart broke to the point where I set my book bag down and I took out some spare socks, put them over my hands (just in case, you never know!) and I picked up the small little bird.
A custodian came outside, and I’m guessing she had seen the bird and told me “Honey, it’s not going to live much longer-” she had a broom in her hand. I was determined not to let her sweep it away and so I grabbed my book bag and went to a hall near there that I love, with a small garden in a more secluded area.
I took the little bird to the garden and named it ‘Mouse’ it just seemed appropriate, and I made it a little bed in an area covered with pine needles making an improvised nest. The bird’s legs were hurt and even though it’d try to fly, it would end up dragging itself on the ground. I fought a bit with the bird to keep it still, it kept dragging itself, and I just wanted it to be still, to let me hold it, and not let it harm itself more. Eventually I had to go to class so I left the bird and left some bits of bread from my lunch, (incase it got hungry) and I left promising to come back after class.
I came back after class, it was still in it’s place, I was happy to see it. I had had so many tensions, to be honest I felt a heavy heart, I felt I couldn’t bear to see it die. I needed to see it be okay. I held it for a long time, I was exhausted, but I didn’t leave it once. It was a stubborn bird, sometimes going into the bushes trying to get away. Some professors passed through the garden, they saw me on my knees next to a bush trying to grab a little bird, whispering things under my breath like “come back here!”. I’d smile at the professors and say “hi”, hoping I didn’t look too insane. I held it for so long feeling it’s little heart beat on my palm, planning to come see it after French class.
Suddenly, a big feeling overwhelmed me. I felt I was going to cry. Tears blurred my vision as I examined the little bird in my hands. As some professors walked by I could see it scared, and shaking, peeping it’s head out of my hands.
The only thing I could think of was, how stubborn, beautiful, scared, and hurt the little bird was and how much love I felt toward it. Then I thought of how God must feel with us His children. Aren’t we more than a little bird? Weren’t we bought with a price?
I must say that the Devil never misses an opportunity to try to destroy us and hurt us. In my life I’ve felt so torn, sad, scared, stubborn-always trying to solve things and make things seems like it’s all okay, I then suddenly looked at the bird, Mouse, and I saw something even deeper. That bird was me. God had used a little hurt bird, to speak to me, because He cares. He wanted to show me a tiny itty-bitty bit of His love for me, He wanted to show me that He was always there, He scoops me up in His loving arms and takes me somewhere safe where I can rest and stop getting trampled, that even though I’d try to get away and hide in bushes there He was seeking me out, He just wants to hold me and make sure that I don’t keep getting hurt. Even though I might be scared He’s holding me and not letting go. He wants me to be still in His hands and find healing.
I needed Mouse, the bird, God spoke to me through this beautiful creature, and I praise God, that He cares for us so much, and that He will never leave us.
I will never forget Mouse, he’s a trooper, he didn’t give up, and I’m sure he made nice birdy friends in that pretty little garden. More importantly, through life’s crazy trials, I won’t forget the One who holds me always.
“Mouse” the bird
Praise the Lord, Thank you so much 
this article really spoke to me. God loves us so much. So much.
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