title photo…

was taken and gussied up by my dear friend, F. She did this for me a year ago, but until now I was ignorant of just how to put it in the title! We share a deep love and appreciation for all types of birds… though she has taken the time to learn much better identification skills and very graciously teaches me, when I ask. F is sweetly humble and will protest this, but she takes wonderful photographs…and I love the idea of her- dropping her housework, grabbing her camera to creep down her backyard, desperate to capture this mother sparrow, alighted upon a stump, just for me. (and the gift of time, from a Mama-to-four, of playing with the image on photoshop, softening and coloring in).
Thanks, F. You are loved.

My stepfather drew me a great drawing of a sparrow, also. It is so delicate and sweet-a simple pen drawing but it captures his talent for detail. And just as soon as I figure it out, I will put it on the sidebar.
Thanks Gordy, you are loved, too.

I adore sparrows because they embody what I aspire to become. This constant, daily process. Asking God to take my flesh and its pride and its selfishness away- only He can soften and transform me, somehow, into what this bird embodies. Humble, and common and simple.

Considered by many people (especially in cities) to be a messy pest of a bird (got me on that one, anyway) sparrows are part of the landscape and hardly noticed. Plain and nut-brown in color, they blend in, small and unobtrusive. You notice them only by their song. Their identifiable trait is their constant chirping to their Creator, and by their fierce devotion to their young.
According to various sparrow info, taken from the Birds of Oregon Field Guide they are:
“One of the first bird songs to be heard in cities in the spring”. (oh, may I be first to sing God’s praise!?)
They construct nests “of plastic, paper and whatever else is available” (my nest is the same-anyone want to join me on the next Goodwill store treasure hunt?!)
Usually seen in groups of up to 20 (this extrovert loves a party)
“male feeds the female while she incubates” (true again-I am busy keeping the young ones warm while John brings home the bacon)
and best of all “Sparrow” comes from the Anglo-saxon word spearwa, which means “flutterer”.
pegged me, right there.

About sparrowjourney

Christian homeschooling mom to three boys, married to my best friend, John, for over 20 years. I love gardening without gloves, learning history with my kids, cooking with lots of butter, serving others, great books, rich coffee, studying the Bible, camping outdoors, scrapbooking, vintage home decor, the smell of rain and cut grass, authentic people, poetry, laughing until your sides hurt, and babies. oh and black licorice is pretty awesome.
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2 Responses to title photo…

  1. Anonymous says:

    Brenda, I too have a passion for sparrows and chickadees! love them! back in October at a womens retreat conference the Lord gave me such a precious gift of who I am in Him and part of that had to do with a sparrow so though i dont have a blog it is going to be my first tattoo! with the words Beautiful One…It is all about seeing the world through the g oggles of our creator, such a freedom in those goggles. once again i follow in your footsteps oh wise grasshopper!

  2. Anne says:

    I just want you to know that I spent a good 40 minutes yesterday trying to find a bird that I could somehow see you as. I just can’t get my mind around you as a sparrow. I understand the reference, just can’t connect you to a sparrow in my head. I do think you are humble and definitely fiercely devoted to your family. However, somehow the way you are constantly PRESENT and attentive and supportive and humorous (with you…not at you, heh, heh) and always so REAL, doesn’t jive with my image of a sparrow. I couldn’t find a better bird though, so I have nothing to offer that fits you better (in my opinion). How’s that?

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