The young man who lived in our house and doesn't want to be blogged about is back at his dorm today, one of many sparrows in the care of his Father. It's hard to let our grown children fly away, but fly away they must. They have their own nests to build. God has his own plans for them. Still having the young man home for Christmas was lovely, and I don't think God minds if I scatter a few bread crumbs for him to find his way back.
Jason Gray - Sparrows (Lyric Video)