His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches over me

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
Friend I think that it must be,
That they have no Heavenly Father,
Such as cares for you and me.

That poem is currently in my bathroom. It is a very old framed poem with pictures of birds that my grandma had in her house that I remember reading as a child. When she passed away, it was what I wanted as a keepsake, and so now I have it and hang it up in my own home. It's very old and my family thinks it's a bit cheesy, but it's sentimental to me, in it's cheap plastic-made-to-look-like-etched-glass frame, with it's faded birds on flowered branches drawing. I like it and it reminds me of my favorite Bible verse.

Matthew 6:25- 34
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

So, as I lay in my bed resting and recovering from surgery, and wondering how long 6 weeks really is, I look out my window at my bird feeder hanging from the tree in our yard and watch the birds flit around it with not a care in the world, and I relax in God and trust Him with my life. His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches over me.