I have a former student, Jillian, who, sometimes, becomes a hero to me. She is a woman who lives utterly and passionately, and, yet, her body likes to rebel against her and cause her excruciating pain.
So what does Jillian do? She continues to live despite the pain. She donates hours of her time to various philanthropic organizations. She gives without thought. She adopts animals that no one else wants. She volunteers at even more philanthropic organizations.
She is the sparrow.
This metaphor, hopefully, will make sense by the end of this post. I’m not certain where that came from other than I had a moment of (hopefully) divine and not idiotic inspiration because I heard (NO! I AM NOT HEARING VOICES!) a paraphrase of “I see the sparrow fall” or something like that.
So I researched and found the correct verses from Matthew 10:29-31 and I’m now going to copy and paste them from biblegateway.com (Good English teacher, here, giving credit back to the original resource):
29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.[a] 30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.