A Sparrow Fell

I heard a sparrow fall today.

It came out of nowhere. A harsh thud and slight echo from the reverberation in the screen door. 

I was standing at the sink when I heard the sound. As I rushed to the door I hoped, "Please, don't let it die". I jerked the door open and saw a flash of brown flutter into the corner bush.  I knelt down quickly, scooping the fragile body into my cupped hands. It was so small. So frail and delicate and I doubted it weighed barely an ounce. 

As I held it I tried to hear its' tiny heart beat. Perhaps to feel it with my finger? But, there was no sound, no little flutter of life.  It had fallen and wouldn't rise. From some desperate tender part of my heart I asked God, "Please? Couldn't you save this beautiful little bird?".

But, I felt no little flutter nor heard any little "thump thump thump".

But, in that instance of request I was reminded of His promise that He does see every sparrow that falls and this one was not unlike any other sparrow. He had seen this small little one fall as well. In all of the infinite number of birds in our world I knew that as I held this little bird in my hand He was watching it to. Here I was: one young woman amongst billions of others, holding one small little sparrow amongst millions of others; and I could know without a shadow of a doubt that, at that precise moment in time , the Creator of the Universe saw us. It was a thrilling thought!

And I knew that, when I heard the sparrow fall, He had heard us both.