My husband slid our car into a parking space at the shopping center near his work, and kissed me and our baby girl goodbye. I watched his grey suit dance across his back as he headed for a day at the office, and I situated myself in the backseat to nurse our daughter before a busy day of grocery shopping and errand-running.
As I sat there, I watched a cluster of crows and tiny birds pick at food on the ground in front of me. There’s always something about birds eating that reminds me of Matthew 6:26:
“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?” (NIV)