As The Lilies Of The Field

Every day I watch the little chickadees out my window, as they flit around finding food on these cold winter days, I had a short log hung in the tree, holes filled with suet waiting eagerly each day to see if they would eat, none of them came near it though I waited and watched, then the cold struck suddenly and  they came, pecking at that suet avidly in every little place they could find, now I understood, When there was no need they went other places to eat, the day it was needed, their hunger and warmth they filled, what a lesson I saw in that, so I thought about how it is said God feeds the ravens and they don't sow or reap, and how He clothes the lilies of the field in their beauty, and so much more will He do for us, now I thought upon that for awhile... is it true, that will He do? Then I remembered that the children of Israel were fed in the wilderness, daily, and the widow's meal and oil never went dry, about the crowd of five thousand men Christ fed with five loaves and two fish with baskets left over, then there was the water turned into wine at the marriage in Cana, but those events occurred a long, long time ago and God doesn't do things that way anymore, or so I have heard it said My mind came to modern times and the things I knew for sure, of my old Auntie many years ago, she was hungry and no one knew, when she went to her door for some reason, there was a large bag full of food; the time someone brought a christmas box to my house and no one I had told, so many provisions and times He met needs, I can't even count them, we were down pretty low, when Gary was walking, found one hundred dollars in the snow, over and over when I couldn't provide, He always found someway to prove He was there, and show me that He cared, So what am I saying as I write this poem, that all should quit work and go sit at home, no that is not it, not it at all, but I am saying on Him we can call, when the problems get more than what we can handle, or you lose your job, get sick or injured, because we don't believe and have faith, many times it seems He is just a trace of mystery and myth, but faith is believing no matter what you see, and standing on it until the answer will be Maybe today you feel you don't need His help but it's not just in money or food that you put on the shelf, for depression or sorrow, or fears of tomorrow and children who stray or someone who has lost their way, He is life, He is joy, He is that added spark in your life, when you have no reason at all to sing or be free, suddenly from inside the words just break loose, and you find you are singing a song of joy and praise, so I say if He clothes the lily of the field and feeds the raven too, why oh why can't He take care of me and you sharon November 16, 2000