A LITTLE bird taught me a great lesson once. I was sitting at the window of my room, looking out at the wide expanse of rolling waved which was before me. The weather was very hot, and everything seemed dry and parched with heat. I could see from where I sat, the corner of the roof of the next house, and there were some little sparrows perched on it, I saw one of them hop into the waterspout which ran around the roof, and stoop and drink, then raise its head and chirp and fly away.
“Ah,” I thought, “where will that poor little bird get another drink of water? The sea is salt, and the pools are salt, and the rain water has all dried up. What will it do?”
But the bird had no care; it chirped and flew away quite gaily. It had learned somehow or other this text, “Your heavenly Father feedeth them.” And what is more, it taught it to me. “Ah,” I thought, “if we acted as winged ones we should have no care.” We should be always depending on God.
ML-11/27/1960