Every bird that soars through the sky is a promise, a quiet declaration that God sees me, even in the moments I feel small and unseen. Each one is clothed and fed without a worry, for their Creator knows their needs. And just like the birds, I too am held in the tender care of God’s hands. Every flower, so delicate yet bursting with life and color, is a reminder that I have nothing to fear. If God adorns the fields with such beauty, how much more will He care for me, whom He loves so deeply? There is nothing that escapes His watchful gaze—no struggle, no tear, no prayer. His eyes, full of love, see every corner of my heart. In a world full of uncertainties, I can rest knowing that I am valued far beyond what I can imagine.
And God, in His wisdom, uses the most ordinary things to remind me of his grace. Flowers and birds, some of the most normal things to see, represent his care, because it surrounds us…just like these “normal” things. It’s in the common, everyday moments that His care is most profoundly felt—through the faithfulness of the sunrise sunrise, the flutter of leaves in the wind, or the steady beat of my own heart. These are not insignificant; they are His reminders, woven into the fabric of my days, that His love is near. We often overlook these simple gifts, just as we grow too familiar with His grace, forgetting its wonder. But He hasn’t forgotten us. His grace is in every breath, every moment. We miss it, but He never misses us. I am His, seen and cherished, and there is no need for fear because His provision never falters. The birds are a promise, He is all I need.🤍
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