Very Sad Moment

We have a big picture window in our kitchen. Every so often, a bird mistakes its reflection for an intruder and flies into the window.  This happens about once every several years. Well, today it happened to a little bird. He bounced off and fell down on the ground outside where he died. He was a beautiful little thing -- olive wings, a white breast with dark spots . . .

I think he was either a little warbler or wren, neither of which are endangered in numbers. Nonetheless, it tore at my heart. I know there are plenty of little birds out there, and since it is spring, there are many more being made, but it was MY window, and MY feeder that drew him, and ... well ... there you are.

But, even in sadness, the truth of Scripture comforts:

Matthew 10:29-31
⁹Are not two sparrows sold for a penny^[a]? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. ³⁰And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. ³¹So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

So, even in the death of this little bird, God was showing me that He loves me and cares about every decision I make, every prayer I lift, and every person I come into contact with each day.

And, for all of you who are going to kindly suggest putting up fake bird silhouettes, etc. I appreciate the suggestions, but the 99.9 percent of birds that visit our feeders outside that window don't fly into it, and the silhouettes would possibly deter the cardinals, thrushes, woodpeckers of all kinds, and LBJ's...