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Sunflowers and Sparrows: The Chronicles of Sadie (day 7)

July 24th, 2008

Focus Text: Luke 12: 6-7 (NLT)

 “What is the price of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of them.  And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.


Stop Here and Reflect Before Moving Ahead

First Monday as a father and I hit the ground running . . . well, like water runs across the ground. Wrapping up “Sadie” details at home the best that I could, I came to staff meeting at the office and faced the bombardment of my week off of paternity leave.  I worked until lunch and then went home to pick up my wife and little darling for her very first doctor’s visit.

Laura is an amazing accessorizer and the knowledge of Sadie’s imminent arrival seemed to jar something loose within her; especially in the area of headwear.  Coupled with a newfound affection for eBay and some guy named “Craig” who has this “list”, her buying power skyrocketed and a steady stream of UPS and FedEx trucks began stopping in front of our house.  Their usual mission?  To deliver yet another box full of newborn and infant headbands.  That’s right– headbands.

I wish I could exaggerate, but I assure you that it’s the truth.  Inside my new daughter’s closet in her bedroom is a hanging plastic rack literally jam-packed with an assortment of various headbands; so many that headband company stock has risen by like thirty-five percent since Laura became pregnant. They are displayed in glorious fashion in an intricate mosaic of colors and sizes as plentiful as heads themselves.  

Upon walking through the door, I found my Sadie wearing a little yellow and white outfit with a headband on her head adorned with an absolutely ginormous sunflower.  It was so big that poor Sadie’s eyes were cover by some of the petals.  I had to admit, it was one of the more adorable things I had ever seen.  

So we strapped her and her gargantuan sunflower headpiece in the carseat and made our trek to see her new pediatrician.  After a short wait, a less-than short amount of paper work, and some short fussiness from munchkin, we were called back to the examination room.  The nurse told us to undress her down to her diaper and to wait for the doctor to arrive.  Well, that’s no problem!  She’s had so many spit-ups and rabid, unbridled poopies that I often have to change her outfit two or three times in one sitting.  So the stripping began and once I had her down to her diaper, what did my wife put back on her yet again . . . yep, the sunflower headband.

So picture in your mind this little newborn baby wearing almost nothing but a sunflower– it was an image of horticultural humor.  I guess the proud Mommy was just determined to make sure Sadie was going to make the best impression possible on the new doctor.

At the heart of it, we’re having so much fun with our little one.  Watching her movements.  Listening to her strange sounds.  Feeling the “sonic booms” of her burps.  Dressing her up and showing her off.  She’s ours and we are beaming with pride over every inch of her.

This “every inch” concept really jumped out at me when the doctor came in.  She began examining the baby for the first time and I found myself jumping ahead of her to tell every detail about Sadie’s body and behavior that I know– from the left foot that’s sometimes turned funny from her prolonged position in the womb, down to the slight disfiguration of her head from being lodged in Laura’s pelvic bone– all normal stuff, of course.

It’s like I was one of those alarmingly knowledgeable, slightly geeky, yet admittedly impressive sports fanatics who could instantly regurgitate (that’s called irony) every obscure statistic from the past twenty seasons . . . except I was spouting wet and dirty diaper stats instead.  If you’re wondering, Sadie’s still in the lead by a landslide!

Doctor: “So, I see she weighed abou . . .”

John: (shouting and slightly out of breath) “Seven pounds, two ounces!”

Doctor: (a bit surprised at John’s outburst) “Uhh, right and she was about twenty inches long.”

John: Twenty and a quarter to be exact!

The doctor began poking, probing, and perusing little Sadie and I monitored the situation like a hawk.  I began to realize that I knew more about this little person than I know about myself!  I’m familiar with every nanometer of this little girl all the way down to her huge sunflower headband.

God must feel the same way.  Why?  Because Jesus told his followers that the Father not only knows the comings and goings of random sparrows all over the world, but that He’s also keeping the stats on how many hairs we have on our heads.  Currently, those numbers are dropping for me; maybe next season.  

Hairs?  Are you kidding me?  Now I know a lot about Sadie, but still I couldn’t begin to calculate how many little hairs are growing on that smooth little head of hers.  It’s as if the Father sits around and spouts off the personal statistics of His children to the hosts of heaven, just because He can . . . and mostly because He loves us so very much.  

More than just your follicles, He also knows your faults.  Your fears.  He knows what areas of your life may still be “turned funny” because of the extensive amount of time you spent in your past.  Yeah, He knows . . . and yeah, He still loves you and He has huge “daddy-esque” plans to see you through to safety, health, and maturity.

God may not don your head with a huge sunflower, but rest assured that He monitors every infinite detail of your existence and that you are worth more to him than some kamikaze sparrow out there.  His love is more than just informational; it’s sacrificial.  




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