Empire State Pigeon

What is man that you are mindful of him? The son of man that you care for him?

I usually take the aisle seat when I fly, but every other flight or so I get stuck in the middle.  This last trip from the east coast I was directed in all three legs of my journey to select either the middle or the window seat.  Tough choice, right?

I sat in that window seat and looked out at the passing world below, and from so high above, I was reminded how truly small I am on this planet.  Conversely, it also reminded me how treasured I am on this planet.

There was green grass down there, watered by the rain and there were birds getting their fill from the gracious hand of God.  I thought, if he cares for the lilies of the field or the sparrow on the tree branch, how much more will he care for you or me?

To be honest, I am feeling nervous, nervous moving from Southern California to San Francisco and to start something new with my family.  I remember reading in Genesis how God called Abram out of the home of his father and told him to hit the road.  Abram went on the promise of blessing, on the promise he would be cared for, even when things seemed sketchy.

I have found that God calls us as followers of Jesus to step out in faith sometimes, even when the path seems a little foggy.  God likes to surprise people and he’s in the business of asking them to trust him.

If God cares for the birds of the air and if he knows the number of hairs on my head, then he just might provide when things get sketchy or when the shadows close in once again.

God’s in the business of opening up the waters when his people have their backs against the sea.  He’s done it before; he just might do it again.

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