The Bald Believer
My Nannie's Poem
A Morning Memory That I Hope Will Help
Forgive me if I wrote about this memory already in this blog . I am pretty sure that I have but I looked and couldn’t find it to just repost. I tell this story a lot so I’m sure someone is tired of hearing it.
Either way, I just had to say something that I hope will help a worried friend.
I sure did love that little lady. She was so very sweet. She was short, well, in comparison to me. She was bone skinny. I bet her weight didn’t exceed her age. She had curly hair that was white and pretty like the view out your window after a good snow. She made me feel special, like I was her favorite. I don’t suppose I really was; others have told me they were made to feel the same. That is the reason I loved her so much, her ability to make everyone in her presence feel so special. I would go sit on the couch beside my ninety something year old Nannie as she sat in her recliner. She would roll her little foot around as she spoke. I have no idea why. I do remember one thing she often said, it is engraved forever in my mind. She would quote a poem by Elizabeth Cheney.
Said the Robin to the Sparrow
I should really like to know
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and worry so
Said the sparrow to the robin
Well, I think that it must be
That they have no Heavenly Father
Such as cares for you and me
I have noticed a few honest friends have recently been transparent about their struggles with fear and depression on social media. Believe me, I understand. We are all so worried and there is no wonder why. The isolation that social distancing has created is enough to give us all a negative outlook but then add the constant sources of negativity that comes from the daily news and social media and our spirits sink even more. The pandemic, the politics, the possibility that we will run out of the things that we feel we need, there is a lot about which to be concerned. The weather has decided to not join any relief efforts on top of all of that. I think a bit more sunshine would make a world of difference, don’t you?
All I can think to say are the words that precious little white-haired lady quoted in the poem. She told them to me so many times that I will forever know them by heart. I only wish that I had the truth of her poem more firmly grasped by my heart.
Our Lord loves us more than he does the birds for whom he lovingly cares. He said so,
29 Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. 30 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.