This poor little American goldfinch was rain soaked and asleep on my birdfeeder when I went out to refill it. He scarcely moved as I stood closer and closer. Even my chattering didn't cause him to stir. I knew he was sick. He finally flew to a low branch on an azalea bush and wearily watched as I added more seed.
Death is such a sad part of life. It's heart breaking. All I wanted to do was scoop him up in my hand and hold and comfort him. Of course, I know it would have made his dying worse. I'm sure he died today and I'm teary eyed just thinking about it. But I'm reminded that God holds all life in his hand and cares even when a tiny bird falls.
"All creatures look to you to give them their food at the proper time. When you give it to them, they gather it up; when you open your hand, they are satisfied with good things. When you hide your face, they are terrified; when you take away their breath, they die and return to the dust. When you send your Spirit, they are created, and you renew the face of the ground."