Dear fellow pilgrim,
The air is thick with smog outside.
The north is burning.
And we feel it.
Our daughter came home this morning crying. Her outdoor camp was canceled. And they sent the kids back home.
Her little heart was broken. Instead of crawling through the bushes looking for insects we closed the windows and camped inside.
Life is like this sometimes. Plans get canceled. We are stuck inside. Overwhelmed by the little things. Overwhelmed by the big things.
And though we know that our little worries are nothing compared to the vastness of the universe, the forest fires raging, the world burning, our heart aches.
Do you remember the sparrow?
I was just reminded of her.
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”
—Matt 6:26
Look at the birds of the air, Jesus says. They neither reap nor store, yet our heavenly creator cares for each of them.
“Be not afraid,” I hear the universe humming into my pounding heart.
“I see you,” I hear the One who cares for the sparrow whisper into my ear.
You are loved. You are whole. Here, in the vastness of it all, and in the smallness of it all, I am here. Here with you. I will care for you.
So, dear one, if you have felt some overwhelm these days, from the state of this world, the burning fires, or just from trying to care, here is your reminder.
Let’s look at the birds,
and learn from the trees.
Let’s slow down and breathe.
Allow yourself to be cared for.
The Holy One is still here.
Here with you.
Beside you.
Before you.
Behind you.
Within you.
In every breath you take
Life is still breathing
still longing
still hoping
still bringing you home.
Peace to you, dear One,
the peace of the One who cares for the sparrow
the peace of the One who shines in the waters
and greens in the trees
the peace of the One
holding you
and your pounding heart
like a mother holding her child.
Peace to you.
With great love, Almut
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“Here, in the vastness of it all, and in the smallness of it all, I am here. Here with you. I will care for you.” Yes, I must remember this always!
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