| Allow yourself time for this moment with God |
Make it special. Will you make a cup of tea? Do you want to sit in a special place? Will you light a candle? Take five deep breaths. Check-in with how you are feeling – in body, in mind, in spirit. Take five more deep breaths and ask God to abide with you in this moment.
| Bible reading for today |
Luke 12:4-7
Jesus said, ‘I tell you, my friends, do not fear those who kill the body, and after that can do nothing more. But I will warn you whom to fear: fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him! Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God’s sight. But even the hairs of your head are all counted. Do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.’
| Imagine this |
Make a (mental) note of some things that you just don’t know the answer to. This might be things you’ve forgotten, you never knew or you just can’t make sense of, things trivial or concerns of deep anxiety or regret.
Does the God who bothers to keep an up-to-date count the number of hairs on your head know the answers that you don’t?
Choose one of your unanswered questions and chat with God about it for a while.
| Do the Bible reading again |
Take some time to read the Bible passage again, slowly (and out loud if you can). What word or phrase stands out as important? You might like to say it gently in your heart a few times to allow it to sink in even deeper.
| Enjoy a chat with God |
Tell him about your day, and ask him your questions. Take time to savour this poem, The Sparrow’s Song, and chat it through with God.
I’m only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree
My life is of little value,
But the dear Lord cares for me.
He gives me a coat of feathers;
It is very plain, I know,
Without a speck of crimson
For it was not made for show.
But it keeps me warm in winter,
And it shields me from the rain;
Were it bordered with gold and purple,
Perhaps it would make me vain.
I have no barn or storehouse
I neither sow nor reap;
God gives me a sparrow’s portion
And never a seed to keep.
If my meal is sometimes scanty,
Close picking makes it sweet;
I have always enough to feed me,
And life is more than meat.
I know there are many sparrows
All over the world they are found;
But our heavenly Father knoweth
When one falleth to the ground.
Though small, we are not forgotten;
Though weak, we are not afraid,
For we know that the dear Lord keepeth
The life of the creatures He made.
I just fold my wings at nightfall
Wherever I happen to be,
For the Father is always watching
No harm can happen to me.
I am only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree,
But I know that the Father loves me.
Dost thou know His love for thee?
