Grey Days

 I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings –
I know why the caged bird sings

Maya Angelou

This past month has been difficult for me and hubby.  We lost a very dear friend who we have know since our school days.  He was like a brother.  We cried, our hearts very broken.  You see he survived a very large mass, it was benign and then died 2 weeks after with a blood clot. 

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. Mattew 10:29-31

I was taking the puppies outside in the rain, feel and hit my head.  I didn't want to go to the ER but I thought of my dear friend and went...I had a concussion, but my scan showed my brain is normal.

Since I was put on brain rest...right...all I could do was think

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. 

I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,

love those grey overalls!!

For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

1. “Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
   And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
   Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

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1. Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
   When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
   I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
   His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

This is what I thought of as I was trying to rest.  The sweet words of a very wise woman (Maya) and one of my favorite Hymns...His Eye is on the Sparrow (click to listen) helped give me peace of mind.

Thank you for letting my share some of my gray thoughts, but some times, gray is soothing and kind.  And it has brought a lot of gentle thoughts to my mind.
Di

Joining some dear friends.