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Middle name is actually Sunshine. Ironically burns easily and struggles with depression. Operates predominantly on the Holy Spirit and iced coffee. Can’t pass up a dark comedy. Passionate about hard conversations.

Luke 12:6-7

Luke 12:6-7

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. - Luke 12:6-7

I was thinking about this post earlier this week. Not because I had the photo, but because the imagery is a regular occurrence and therefore a regular reminder of a Character-of-God truth in my life.

The image is a dead bird. Morbid, I know.

I didn’t want to use a morbid image to convey this truth, so I thought of similar symbolism to get my point across: a lone feather. I unexpectedly ran into the exact image I envisioned less than 12 hours after making a mental note to keep an eye out for a random feather on the sidewalk. It was definitely God’s timing.

I regularly see dead birds on my commute. It’s a sad, but expected occurrence working in a neighborhood full of high rises with spotless windows.

The thought of an unsuspecting bird dying alone with its final resting place being a dirty Chicago sidewalk tugs at your heart strings. Dying alone is a virtually universal fear. But most of us would agree that going through life alone is incomparably worse.

It was hard for me to push past feelings of loneliness the first time I saw a dead bird on my commute. My thoughts were heavy, so I decided to pray. While I was praying God brought these verses from Luke to mind.

This bird was not forgotten.

And...

Are you not worth so much more?

It was a mind blowing realization for me: He sees every single, insignificant fallen bird and every single insignificant moment in my day. If even the passing of a small animal doesn’t go unnoticed, how much more value does he place on us?

We’re worth so much more to God than we believe we are

We’re worth more to him than we could ever understand. God’s love is deep. So deep that it creates layers of worth we can’t comprehend. God’s love is wide. So wide that it expands far past our own recollection and self awareness: he placed us in our mothers’ wombs and has plans to spend eternity with us.

Our value isn’t in ourselves. Our abilities. Our experiences. It’s in his love for us.

We have worth because we’re loved by God. The same God that numbers each hair on our head. The God that is all knowing and all powerful. The same God that doesn’t let the passing of a seemingly insignificant creature go unnoticed.


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