How are you doing? I’m better now, thank you. I was having a really rotten day following a really rough weekend within a really horrible month during a year I never want to repeat…you get the idea. While I was waiting for my first second <sigh> third cup of coffee to brew, I looked out my kitchen window. Under the awning I saw a pair of little finches, busily courting and building their nest as if they didn’t have another care in the world because they don’t have another care in the world. Priorities, folks. Those finches know what is important.
My memory flashed to a time, many years ago, when my daughters and I moved to a new home in Corpus Christi, Texas. That was a difficult personal time, too. A dove decided to make her nest under the eaves of our house, just outside the back door. For reasons I do not recall, we decided to name her Josephine. Josephine went on to hatch two babies. I talked to Josephine through the window, hoping she somehow knew from the tone of my voice that she was welcome at our house. Josephine and I would raise our babies together in this safe, protected place.
Josephine’s babies eventually grew and flew as, of course, my own daughters did years later. And then today, all these images flooded my mind. Along with those images came the song “His Eye Is On the Sparrow.” The inspiration for the song comes from this:
29 Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
30 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
31 Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Matthew 10:29-31 (KJV)
Another day, I might update this post with more of the story of this beloved song. Today, however, the message of this song is far more important than anything I could add. Let your heart hear these words. Be blessed.
Where is the orchestra and choir? Is all that done electronically?
Having attended similar events, I would guess that the instrumentation was primarily provided by the ensemble on the stage AND digital sounds. Everything I could distinguish was possible that way, plus the singers behind the soloist.