Lately we have been discussing the humdrum life of winter, how much we miss the sun and what makes us tick. What refreshes us, what spurs us on and motivates us to get up each morning, seeking His face and all that He has for you that day. I will be honest, lately it has been a lot harder, just to get out of bed, okay, and waking up joyful.
Years ago our son sang "Eye of the Sparrow" and often I visualize that day, it was his grandma's celebration of life, she loved to hear him sing, she loved her grandchildren so much, and listening from heaven, I can't imagine anything but a smile and her hands clapping, declaring that is my grandson.
The song goes..
The song goes..
I sing because I'm happy
I sing because I'm free,
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.What an incredible promise we have in being watched over by our amazingly good God.
So waking up joyful maybe difficult but choosing to be positive in whatever circumstance comes my way is how I can turn my joy "on". Yep, I am preaching to me here. What do I live for?
Some people live for the weekend. Okay most of us do. Some people live for sports, or hunting and fishing, Some people live for things, new clothes, new cars, new houses, bigger bank accounts. Some people are only motivated by addictions. Some for the prestige or status at work. Some play and don't work, living life on the edge of never knowing the what next.
So, what keeps you going, drives you, motivates you to get out of the bed in the morning? What do you look forward to? What gives you comfort or satisfaction, what gives you that feel-good-feeling inside? Where is the joy in the Lord in order of importance to you each day? l
Some days the emptiness inside creates a longing for something that will fill us and so we find that we are always searching for something. That one thing that makes us happy, that makes our heart sing, that propels us forward in anticipation. I am not talking the thrill seekers that jump out of planes for the rush...but how do I get my rush?
My prayer this week will to be happy where I am, and pray for the rush of infectious joy. I want to sing and dance, I want to scream and shout. To smile and be infectious to all I meet. To shed all the winter blahs and look forward to the spring, embrace the wind and rain in my face, stand in awe at the glacier, the oceans brimming with seals, the call of the eagles in the morning, so loud they wake me, each piece of this beautiful land I call home, created by Him. I am so thankful.
See the notes below....just because. C
27-29"Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.30-33"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I'm trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God's giving. People who don't know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don't worry about missing out. You'll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.
34"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes." The Message
29Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. 30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. NIV
The inspiration behind the song...
Early in the spring of 1905, my husband and I were sojourning in Elmira, New York. We contracted a deep friendship for a couple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Doolittle—true saints of God. Mrs. Doolittle had been bedridden for nigh twenty years. Her husband was an incurable cripple who had to propel himself to and from his business in a wheel chair. Despite their afflictions, they lived happy Christian lives, bringing inspiration and comfort to all who knew them. One day while we were visiting with the Doolittles, my husband commented on their bright hopefulness and asked them for the secret of it. Mrs. Doolittle's reply was simple: "His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." The beauty of this simple expression of boundless faith gripped the hearts and fired the imagination of Dr. Martin and me. The hymn "His Eye Is on the Sparrow" was the outcome of that experience.—Civilla Martin