I peer out my kitchen window. Everything is gray and white, the softness of early morning light and the drifts of fresh snow. A shadow perches immobile on the clothesline by the bird feeder. A cardinal, by the shape. There is no movement. Just a dark silhouette against a cold white landscape, he seems frozen on the line.
But of course he is not. A moment later he takes to the air. Why do those fragile birds not freeze to death in this cold? How do their nests, made of bits and pieces of this and that, not blow away in winds that take roofs off barns?
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?
We are so valuable to God, so loved by him, that he calls us his children.
See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are!
Scripture: Matt 5:26, 1 John 3:1 (both NLT)