If we take the time to look back upon our lives, we can see the hand of God everywhere. I was thinking about this today after returning from a bi-monthly get-together with my "Sparrow Sisters".
Early last September, I was looking at the small group directory which my church had just placed online. A couple of them really jumped out at me. One of them was a new small group called "Mornings With Mary". Mary was going to host a brunch every two weeks. The purpose of this group was to provide an opportunity for fellowship, support, spiritual growth and prayer for women. I had met Mary back in June when we were in a summer group together and thought it sounded fun so I signed up. Little did I know how much I was going to need this group of amazing women.
Although it didn't start out that way, we've started calling ourselves "Sparrow Sisters". About the time we started meeting, some of us had gone to Women of Faith. We were deeply moved when Sheila Walsh spoke. She finished with the song "His Eye Is On The Sparrow". Mary decided that's what we were...little sparrows. She didn't realize at the time how true that was.
As we've gotten better acquainted, the stories began to come out. We have three breast cancer survivors in our group. We have several women who were abandoned by their spouses. We have mothers who have agonized in prayer over the child as they stood with breaking hearts watching their children make terrible choices. We have women who suddenly found themselves widows long before they expected such a thing. We have grandmothers who have held sobbing children whose parents are trying to pull them both ways. We've all had our wing or wings broken at one time or another.
Out of the ashes come stories of God's faithfulness and his provision. We've been broken but we're not destroyed or abandoned. God is still God and his eye has truly been upon each of us. Out of the ashes of our lives, God has given each of us a longing to minister to other women who are wounded and hurting. We gather around our wounded sisters and although they might not be able to fly, we join together and slip under them so they can still ride up to the high places, even if it's on our backs. We cannot, no we will not, leave them to be devoured. God is calling each of us to do this for one another.
I'm posting a couple of sparrow pictures in my gallery. We were supposed to wear some "bling". I'd told the hostess I don't "bling" but I do have feathers. I used to be at a church where we had a Red Hat Society. I'm under 50 so I was a pink hatter. So in honor of life, breast cancer survival and my fellow-sparrows, I came decked out in pink feathers. We had a lot of fun with that!
Remember to live life to the fullest and laugh every day! Always remember, his eye is on the sparrow (you).
*8/24/11--This blog is now part of a series entitled Walking With God In The Midst of Cancer