Each day and every day...

Just outside my office window is a grevillea bush, which currently is bursting all over with pale pink flowers. Every day a wattlebird comes to sup from these nectar-laden flowers. Each flower has many little stalks with only a tiny spot of nectar on each, but the wattlebird goes from flower to flower gathering these little morsels of sweetness. Every morning, through the cool of the night, the flowers have replenished; every day the wattlebird returns to feed. Along with the wattlebird, there are dainty little spinebills, cheeky, chatty New Holland honey eaters, and the occasional rosella who call in for a sugar hit.

But it is the wattlebird who most amazes me. He is a large bird, and the amount of nectar he needs to collect in a day must be enormous. How does he go when the heat of summer burns off the flowers and the nectar dries up? The birds can't store up supplies. Each day and every day they must be fed by the Father.

Jesus said, "Not a sparrow falls to the ground but the Father knows it." And he told us of how kind the Father was in providing for His creatures. He really does care for both humanity and beast. And he told us this so that we would not be anxious or foolish in how we view the future. Anxiety and foolishness would push us to do what the birds cannot do—to try to store up for the future. Wisdom and freedom comes from trust in the Father's good hand. He loves birds, and we are very precious in His sight.