Tender Grace

Soul sick from way too much late night RNC, this morning I fixed a cup of tea and headed to my art room.  Before entering, I just said, "God, please meet me here."  Eager to lose and find myself in my morning meditations, I sat down to clear my art table for what Spirit might have to offer.  As usual, there were birds at the feeder outside of the windowl... about three when I first sat down.  Two flew away and one lingered.  She sat on the edge of the feeder perfectly still, and she continued to sit there without feeding.  It was a bit odd, so I watched her.  It was then that I realized she was sleeping.  Perfectly at ease, she slept on the edge of that feeder for about five minutes.  No other birds came to feed.  She had no disruptions and she slept in utter peace.
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I took her photo and continued to marvel at her peace.  The tender part of me worried that she was ill, but in time, her little friends returned and she woke to join them in their morning breakfast.  Before I knew it, she took flight refreshed and full of dew kissed seeds. 
Since that sweet encounter, I've been humming, "His Eye is on the Sparrow."  I am on an edge these days.  My heart is tight, and my soul is weary.  I don't have assurances that all will be well, but this morning, God has assured me that we are not alone, that when we seek God (and even when we don't seek) God waits for us with the purest of love.  I stand amazed and thankful that God's care is present and true.
"Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me."