Look at the birds of the air...

...and in my case they were red-winged black birds rushing above me.. I had just begun a walk (I mean, why run when you can walk on a beautiful day?!) through our cornfields when there began a rustling in the stalks.  Suddenly, dozens of black birds exploded out of our corn.  I stopped.  They circled.  Back & forth, dipping & turning as a whole like the schools of minnows in the creek nearby or like in Finding Nemo (for those who have never personally observed creek or lake minnows). Then as quickly as they had started up, they settled down back into those fields awaiting their next surprise performance.

How kind of God to remind me of His promises with that little show.  Matthew 6:26 & Luke 12:24.  "Careless in the care of God" is what is written in bright red beside this passage of my Bible.  Who know when or where I heard that phrase but it definitely stuck.  If God cares so much about these annoying little birds that seem so simple (& are in utter abundance), how much more does He care for us who are made in His image? Look how many there are!!!!! Yet not one of them falls to the ground without God knowing.   "Are you not of much more value than they?"  Words that flood my soul with joy and gratitude every time.  God values me.  God will take care of me.  No matter what is happening or not happening in my life, I can rest because I am of great value to God, the Creator & Sustainer of the universe.  As are you. : )  

"My soul finds rest in God alone,

 My Rock and my salvation,
A fortress strong against my foes,

 And I will not be shaken.
Though lips may bless and hearts may curse,

 And lies like arrows pierce me,
I’ll fix my heart on righteousness, 

I’ll look to Him who hears me.

Find rest, my soul, in God alone
Amid the world’s temptations;
When evil seeks to take a hold
I’ll cling to my salvation.
Though riches come and riches go,
Don’t set your heart upon them;
The fields of hope in which I sow
Are harvested in heaven.

I’ll set my gaze on God alone,
And trust in Him completely;
With every day pour out my soul,
And He will prove His mercy.
Though life is but a fleeting breath,
A sigh too brief to measure,
My King has crushed the curse of death
And I am His forever.

O praise Him, hallelujah, My Delight and my Reward;

Everlasting, never failing, My Redeemer, my God."

-Aaron Keyes & Stuart Townsend