Said the Sparrow

Said the Sparrow

My mother passed away five years ago. Today would have been her 99th birthday. Last year I wrote a post called As My Mom Thinketh. This year, I want to share a few more nuggets from her 93 years of experience and wisdom.

I am blessed to have my mom’s journals, scrapbooks, and calendars with detailed entries dating back to 1955. These little snippets of her life–recorded thoughts and events and meaningful quotes–are reminders of things she wanted her family to know.

This week, I turned a time-yellowed page in a scrapbook and found this poem:

fullsizerender-7Said the robin to the sparrow,

“I would really like to know

why these anxious human beings

rush about and worry so.”

Said the sparrow to the robin,

“Friend, I think that is must be

that they have no Heavenly Father

such as cares for you and me.”

I did a Google search for the poem and found it attributed to a nineteenth century poet, Elizabeth Cheney. The poem is called “Overheard in an Orchard.”

Such a pretty little verse, but doesn’t it kind of hit you with a gut punch? The birds in the tree outside my window might not be talking about me, but what do my Facebook friends think if I’ve spent the past few weeks verbally ringing my hands over the election? What does the server at the restaurant think when I ask her to put a rush on my order and then fail to thank her properly? Are your co-workers seeing a woman who is patient and attentive as a result of knowing that her Heavenly Father cares, protects, and provides for her? What do friends see when we’re cranky and stressed about finances or finding time for everything on our crammed appointment calendars?

My mother’s favorite Bible passage was Philippians 4:6-7: “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” My brother and I teased her because she refused to use the word “worry.” There were things she was “concerned” about, but she would not admit to worry. As I said in last year’s post, I once thought of her as Pollyanna-ish. Now I see her refusal to use that word was a mindset, a firm detergrams-birthdaymination to “not be anxious.”

Lord, I never thought I’d see the day I’d ask if I could be more like her, but here I am!  I want to live each moment in full awareness that I have a Heavenly Father Who cares for me and orders my days so I need not “rush about and worry so.”

Two more quotes from my mom’s scrapbook:

“There are two things no man should worry about–yesterday and tomorrow.” and  “No problem in my life can ever be greater than the courage of Christ in me.”

I have nothing to add but “Amen.” And Happy Birthday, Mom.



Becky Melby About Becky Melby

Wisconsin resident Becky Melby is the author of the Lost Sanctuary Series and a dozen other contemporary fiction titles. Married for 43 years, mother of four, grandmother to fifteen, Becky thrives on writing, reading, camping, rides on the back of a silver Gold Wing, and time with family. Connect with her at her website or Facebook.


  1. Aw… happy birthday to her, too. What a blessing for you to have these mementos and memories from her. Her love and wisdom live on!

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