The Sparrow Still Sings

  For the past few days now, the Lord has been teaching me things related to the Holy Trinity, the signet ring, and the Key of David. Yesterday I went to a bookstore to get a few more journals for writing.  I noticed a lovely journal with shamrocks and decided to get it.  The three petals on a shamrock remind me of the Holy Trinity. ☘️ God the Father, Jesus Christ the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.  The delicate, heart-shaped leaves on a shamrock represent faith, hope, and love too. Then I discovered a large, "signet key" bookmark that instantly caught my attention.  It reminded me of these scriptures. Revelation 3:7-12 🔑💕 “And to the angel of the church in Philadelphia write, ‘These things says He who is holy, He who is true, He who has the key of David, He who opens and no one shuts, and shuts and no one opens.  I know your works. See, I have set before you an open door, and no one can shut it; for you have a little strength, have kept My word, a...

  A few days ago, I had to take a detour while driving, and ended up on an unfamiliar street.  Little did I know that once I turned the corner my eye would catch a glimpse of something new that I didn't even know was there. I saw a monument on the side of the road, of a metal harp.  Seeing that harp there instantly reminded me of some things that God has been teaching me lately about the power of praise and worship.  And it led me to dig a little deeper to discover more treasures too.  The Gift of Music: "The hills are alive, with the sound of music.    With songs they have sung for a thousand years.  The Lord fills my heart with the sound of music.  My heart wants to sing every song it hears." 🎶💖🔥🕊️🪉 Lately I have been led to listen to more instrumental harp music.   I can actually hear the frequency of Heaven, whenever I listen to these delightful melodies.   There seems to be a beautiful heavenly sound that comes from t...

  Yesterday I decided to go on an evening walk along the nature trails and saw a lovely pink clover in the middle of the field.  It was the only flower there that had pretty pink colours.  The shape of the blossom, and the joyful colour reminded me of the cotton candy that you can get at a summer fair.  Or a delicious scoop of strawberry ice cream, at an afternoon picnic in the park. It brought back a lot of good childhood memories for me.  We used to collect these types of flowers as kids.  And the sweet smelling nectar reminds me of the fragrance of honey suckles that also grow in abundance around here. I picked up the top flower that blossomed, and left the rest of the plant in the soil, so that it could produce more new flowers on the stem.  I didn't want to uproot the whole plant entirely, otherwise it would damage the new growth.  So I just pruned the top, and left the rest of the plant where it is, to be fruitful and multiply.  Hopeful...

  Earlier today, something led me to take out an old binder that I have in my room that is filled up with collections of short stories and poems that I wrote during my university days. When I was in school, I majored in English literature.  And I always loved reading and writing poems and short stories.  I loved to knit these stories and poems together, like a tapestry or a patchwork quilt.  And I know that it was God giving me the ability to write these words down on the pages of my notebook.  There is absolutely no way that I could've accomplished all of these projects on my own, without His help. Jesus is the best story teller.  He is the Author and Finisher of our faith.  And He knew that we all carry a deep innate love for stories.  So that is the method He consistently uses to communicate His teachings.  He often teaches valuable lessons in parables.  " Once upon a time there was a man who scattered seed on the ground." (Mark 4:26...

A few days ago, I saw a very strange sight while was was out doing some errands.  I saw a man on the sidewalk, walking a cat on a leash!  At first I thought it was a dog, until I looked again to make sure that my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.  But it indeed was a cat.  And it was walking alongside of its owner, just like a little puppy dog! I have never seen a cat walk alongside its owner like that.  And the first thought that came to my mind was, "How on Earth did this man train his cat to walk beside him on a leash like that?" Cats are usually creatures of habit, who don't like to wander too far from their familiar surroundings.  They like to be safe in the comfort of their home turf.  And they tend to panic, if something changes the situation, and they are taken out of their comfort zones.  Even if it is only for a short time. More "Cat Walk" Stories: One time in the past, I decided to take my cat Marmalade on a walk with me.  He like...