As His precious sparrows, we’re helpless little things barely are we able to spread our tiny wings. The wind and the rain, so often slows us down when stuck in a storm it feels as if we'll drown. In our flight, we try to find, a place to call a safe harbor where we can find comfort from the pains of our labor. Cold and hungry we flutter, long into the stormy night in the darkness, we try to find His power to continue in our flight. We so desperately need, to find the peace that we seek for our weary minds have made us frail and weak. Into His light we soar, when our travels come to an end where with our Lord and Savior in eternity we will spend. As His precious sparrows, we’re helpless little things but all through our journey . . . He’s been the strength in our wings. ~~~~~~~ Luke 12:7 King James Version “But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.” Copyright 2013 Deborah Ann Belka