My child, you often think that your purpose fled when your loved one passed away.
You assume new purpose must be grand to mirror what your loved one gave you.
But … don’t my sparrows have a purpose?
They sing with joy.
They protect their young.
They fly freely.
Does anyone write a memorial to their legacy? Yet I see and know each one. I treasure their purpose.
To live is to have value, my child. Grief doesn’t have to extinguish joy and purpose.
Let me do work in your spirit, and you can be like a sparrow, safe with me. Treasured by me.
Sparrows sing with joy. So can you.
What is the price of two sparrows—one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows. Matt 10:29-31
Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
