An Excerpt From The Reminder of A God Who Sees Me

I cried over a kitten this morning.

It felt dumb and ridiculous.

It felt compassionate too, yet the critic in my head condemned me for crying over a kitten when I so often fail in my desire to have a deeper compassion for other people.  

It felt small and silly, for I could easily count a half dozen people I know and love who are walking through physical pain, devastating loss, or the death of loved ones in their lives.

Sadness clogged my throat and I scolded myself. After all, “It’s just a kitten,” the disdainfully cold critic’s voice reminded me.

Sometimes it hurts too much to hope.

I know life holds many circumstances of more importance than mourning one missing kitten, no matter how cute and loved it was. 

That’s when it dawned on me.

 Nestled right near the center of the book of Matthew, a small sparrow speaks from the pages. Jesus explains that not even this sparrow falls to the ground without our Father noticing. He shares this visual story compelling us to lean in, to look, and linger in the significance our Creator anoints us with. 

I also knew if my God noticed a sparrow, He certainly also notices kittens. 

So, there it was. The question on the table.

Did I believe God really sees me as more valuable than a sparrow and truly delights in the details of my life? Did I believe He cared for me in delightful days and difficult ones?

This is an excerpt from a post of mine over at Her View From Home. To read it in entirety, hop over here!

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