I sat looking outside my frosted window; gazed upon a mother Sparrow with her babies
Three little beaks screeching loudly as they begged for their breakfast
I imagined what extremes the mother Sparrow must have taken to get her babies their meal
The brisk, cold winds cutting against her wings like shards of glass, or a hungered predator feasting his eyes on her elegant colors that enticed all creatures wide
Yet she pushed through bravely and boldly; determined to return to her kin to make sure their needs were met before her own
That’s the Savior’s love for you and I. It surpasses all human comprehension and breaks all the barriers of life.
That Sparrow would have gave her life if it meant her children were loved and cared for, so how much our Savior has the same love for us.
