As dawn broke the skies were stormy and overcast. The dark clouds against the leaden skies were dashing across at a great rate of knots. The bowing, straining boughs on the tress were evidence of the howling winds. By being indoors myself, I was in the best place.

Against this wild scene I saw a solitary bird battling the elements. Wherever he was going he was on a mission and no amount of turbulence was going to top him. Sadly I know that many birds do not survive the winter, but I also know that God knows and cares for each one. If God can bother about a tiny insignificant bird I know that He also cares abut me.

‘His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He cares for me.’