Are not two
sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside
your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So
don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
—Matthew 10:29-31
I saw it fall.
Right there in front of me
the striking blue blossom loosened its grip on the orchid’s stem and floated to
a landing in the center of my kitchen table.
“Aww…” I moaned, pausing from my work just a moment to mourn the demise of my gorgeous centerpiece.
Then I returned to the task
at hand—tidying up the kitchen. But I left the blossom there. Maybe because it
matched my mood. My kitchen table once decorated with smiling faces at each
place was now set with piles of bills and a fading flower in its midst.
A speck of green on the
bench caught my attention. As I leaned down, I realized it was a tiny hair
band.
That’s where that got to. I remembered earlier in the week I had picked up my pony-tailed
two-year-old granddaughter Addie from day care, and she wasn’t at my house long
before the pony-tail disappeared.
