Posted: October 24, 2020
His Testimony Shared By: Leslie Wittenmyer
Matthew 10:29-31, NIV
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”
I had decided to memorize more scripture because I felt like I didn’t know enough of God’s word. I am not sure why, but I had decided to memorize Matthew 10:29-31 (NIV), “Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.”
It was a short time later that I found an article about birds in the Bible. It was here that I learned the Hebrew word for sparrow also meant small bird. In Old Testament time nobody cared for the sparrow or small birds. They were a nuisance to most. When you read it in the context of the bible, however, God loved them so much not to let one fall to the ground apart from His will. They were His creation and He loved them, just as we are His creation, His masterpiece, made in His image, and He loves us. But if He loves the sparrow or small bird, how much more valuable are we? How much more loved are we than they? I ended up using this in a devotional that I send out Monday through Friday to the ladies in my life that God gives me the honor and privilege to minister to and encourage. It was the day after sending out this video that I went through a break up. My heart was broken. I didn’t understand. I had the full intention of getting up and going to work the next day. When my alarm woke me that morning, I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. There was a spirit of heaviness over me. I stayed in bed until two in the afternoon. The only reason I got out of bed is because a dear friend of mine had come over to encourage me. She convinced me to go out to the lake and go fishing. She knew how much I loved fishing. So, I went. I used one worm, fished for an hour and caught zero fish. I had been crying out to God and was hurting and frustrated. So I put my fishing pole away and lay down across the rocks on the bank. When I looked up into the sky, two little birds flew over me. I knew that my Father was reminding me that He would take care of me and that He loved me. That was enough for me.
To take this story a little farther…I knew God loved me. I was happy and content with the two little birds.
A short time later I had gone to a spaghetti dinner. I had three missed calls. One was from a lady at church I was not familiar with. I tried to find her in the church directory. She was there but there was no picture. So I could not put a face to the name. I called her back and she asked if we could meet somewhere. She had something she wanted to give me. We ended up meeting in the parking lot of a Dollar General. She walked over to me with a bag in her arms and a quilt inside. She continued to tell me that her friend’s birthday was coming up and she was making a quilt for her. In the middle of making this quilt God told her “Give it to Leslie.” She had a short debate with God about that but submitted to what He was telling her. She said, “Ok God, who is Leslie?” God said to her, “I will show you.” That Sunday at church I had gotten there early. I am a hugger. I was going around passing out hugs to my church family. I walked up to a lady I had not met before and said “I have not hugged you; let me give you a hug.” She told me that nobody in that church had given her as big a hug as I did. When I walked away, she looked at her husband and said, “Did you see that?” God showed her who Leslie was. From that point on she prayed for me as she made this quilt. When she got to the backing she had another debate with God. She had material with purple flowers that she wanted to use and would have worked perfect for that quilt. That’s not what God wanted. When she turned the corner of the quilt over to show me what was on it, I began to cry. There were little birds on the back. Again, God’s love came rushing over me like a tidal wave. This is how I know my Father, my God is real. I had never met this lady until that moment. I had never told her any of my story or what I had gone through and what the birds meant to me. I thank God for her obedience to Him. I thank God that regardless of where I am in my life, no matter what I have done, He still loves me.
His love is perfect! His love never changes because He never changes! His love never fails! Thank you God! Thank you Jesus! Thank you Holy Spirit!
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