His eye is on the sparrow.

I got a call from my brother, Jerry yesterday afternoon. It was nice hearing from him. I know he's going to read this and that's OK.

He sounded tired.

I've heard that same sound in Willard sometimes. Just tired of working, tired of seeing what bill needs paying. Tried of all the problems that seem to pop up daily.

Life is full of those never ending test upon us, and sometimes unsolvable trails in which we don't understand what happened, and we just don't know, what to do, or where to turn. It's full of, hair pulling events, when we just want to scream at someone. And we normally pick the one we love most, to scream at.

But life is beautiful too. smiles from loved ones. A giggle from a little child. An arm around us to say, I love you.

Some people may put on a false face, and present themselves as always happy and care free. But it's just like a pretty bandage on an ugly sore. Sooner or later the bandage will fall off.

We humans all need someone to turn to when we're down. We need someone to laugh with when we're happy. And we need someone to listen when we talk. Most of us are blessed enough to have that someone special in our lives, for all these occasions.

Jerry asked me, was I afraid of having surgery. I told him, no that I wasn't. I don't know that he believed me. But to him and all others. No, I'm not afraid of dieing. I know that I'm in God hands. And I know that no one can pull me out of his hands. I am afraid somewhat of the pain after the surgery though, lol. I do not like pain!!! But as I was saying, with life comes the good and the bad. We must thank God for the good, and in the bad, hold on to the promises He made us.

We are never without Him, He knows everything about us. Our hearts are an open book to Him. His eyes are always on His children. As the song goes, His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Until next time God bless