YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN A FLOCK OF SPARROWS
Don and I sat in our kitchen nook, enjoying the delicious breakfast he prepared.
Outside, he’s placed two bird feeders. We watch sparrows, wrens, Spotted and California Towhees, Steller’s Jays, Western Scrub-Jays, Band-Tailed Pigeons, Mourning Doves, and others. One of my favorites is the little thrush with a brown body, red head and breast.
Towhees (Sparrows) and Woodpeckers
The Spotted Towhee is a large, colorful sparrow who is often heard before being seen. We don’t hear him from inside, but evidently, he makes a sound like “toe-eee,” which is the reason for his name. His black head, white breast, rust-colored flanks, and spotted back delight me every time I see him (or her).
And, while the California Towhee is plain, he is just as precious in the eyes of his Maker.
And the woodpeckers … we have a family of beautiful Acorn Woodpeckers in a nearby tree. They are eye-catching with black wings, white cheeks and forehead, and a black chin. While the male has a stunning, fire-engine red crown, the female has a smaller red crown on the back of her head. We have had other woodpeckers too, including the gorgeous Ladder-backed Woodpecker, who is stark black and crisp white, with a red head and ladder-like white rows across his wings.
Don Cares for the Birds
I’ve learned more about birds since marrying Don, who has been a student of nature. He refills the feeders regularly and ensures the birds have water. Proverbs 12:10a says, “The righteous care for the needs of their animals…”
We are More Valuable to God than the Birds
So as I watched our cornucopia of birds this morning, I thought of the scriptures that tell me I am far more valuable to God than the birds, for whom He cares.
“And he knows the number of hairs on your head! Never fear, you are far more valuable to him than a whole flock of sparrows.”
—Luke 12:7
I cherish this promise. My darling husband is nearing 100 years of age! Yes, really. People often tell him he looks between 70 and 80; he and I share so much joy together. And yet, I see his increased fatigue (although he still does our laundry, makes breakfast, keeps the yard beautiful) and know we are not promised tomorrow.
Held in the Master’s Hand
BUT we are both held in the Master’s hand, and He loves us. He knew each of our number of days from our conception. And if God sees every sparrow, how much more does He see us, our lives, our love for each other, our concerns for the future.
“Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”
—Psalm 139:16
When I married Don, I told friends if God gave us five good years together, I would be grateful. In January, we celebrated our fifteenth anniversary! God has been so gracious to us.
For more of our story, see my article, “The God of Second Chances” in Today’s Christian Woman.
Cherish Each Day
Take time to sit and hold hands. I tend to be a workaholic, and need to stop and enjoy time focusing on my sweetheart. Touch is important to both of us, so hugs, holding hands, and cuddling are all high on our priority list.
Be sure to tell your spouse, your children, siblings, parents, friends, that you love them. Tell them often. Tell them in different ways, sometimes in words, sometimes in caring actions, sometimes in turning away from your own work to help with a project.
I am deeply thankful for the years God has already given Don and me together, and for each day, month, year He will grant us going forward.
Related story by Cara Putman, “Thinking About The Things That Matter”
Give my Fears Back to our Loving Father
So even as I sometimes fear the future, I put my fears, and Don, back into the Creator’s hand, knowing our loving Father will never leave us nor forsake us, that He will guide and direct each step of the way, whatever the future journey entails.
Meanwhile, we will CELEBRATE!



So thankful you have had these years together, Carol! So glad you are enjoying your birds! The red-headed house thrush you described is also one of my favs…especially when a ray of sunshine breaks loose and randomly shines on them! Joy to you and Don today and always!
Thank you Kate! Yes, when the sun shines on those red feathers it’s joyful indeed. Joy to you and Steve as well. It’s great to be in touch again.
How sweet (and practical) is this. 100th birthday party? I want an invitation. Love and blessings to both of you.
Amazing, isn’t it, my friend! OK, I’ll send you an invite. God has been so gracious to us and we rejoice in Him, with each other. Much love coming back to you! BTW, I’ll need your email address to send to. Can you PM me on Facebook with that? Thanks, sweet friend.
Paul and I treasure every day. We were 55 and 65 when we married. People said we should date at least two years before getting married, to get to know each other properly. Paul used to answer, “Two years?! I might be dead by then!” 😁
I love it Columba! Don and I dated several years before we became engaged. I needed to take time to ensure this was God’s leading. And then, when Don asked, he suggested having our wedding about eight months later (he was trying not to rush me). I looked at him and said, “Why wait? We’re not getting any younger.” So we married three months later. God has been so gracious to you and me, Columba, and I rejoice in your love with Paul, as well as in ours.
Beautifully written and great advice. Love you both 🥰
Thanks, Debbie. You and Wes are treasured friends. I appreciate your comment. We love you both right back!
What a treasured relationship! And Happy almost 100 to Don! We’re only a year ahead of you (16 in May) and really finally settling in to whatever our final years together are. When we married (at 48 and 47), we said we wanted to celebrate 50. Your marriage with Don makes me believe that’s possible (if Jesus doesn’t come back first.)
Aha, that’s right. You and we married somewhat near each other in time. I pray you make it to 50 years (If Jesus doesn’t return first!) – or celebrate your 50th at 20, 25 … count the months instead of the years!
Thanks for your sweet comment. Blessings!