Last week when I went walking with Martha, my dog, I saw on the side of the road a dead bird. It was laying on it’s back in the middle of dead leaves next to a plastic top with a straw through it. A dead bird with trash.
I kept walking.
Then I stopped and walked back to the bird and took a picture of it next to the plastic lid and straw. I don’t why I walked back and took a picture of the bird. The bird was dead. It was not pretty to look at. It’s eyes were closed and the feathers were ruffled on the breast.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.
Matthew 10:29
A dead bird. A plastic lid with a straw.
The bird had a heart inside of it that had stopped beating. The lid and straw are made of plastic, garbage discarded,thrown from a car.
The bird created by a loving God. The lid and straw made in a factory with machines.
I looked for the bird when I went for a walk this afternoon with Martha. The bird and the plastic lid were gone. And I realized why I took the photograph.
Life is precious. And, I didn’t want to forget.
Do you know that your life is precious? Please tell me in the comments. I would love to talk with you.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Luke 12:7
