Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely,
And long for heaven, heaven and home,
When, when Jesus is my portion,
My constant Friend is He;
Oh, oh-oh, his eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches, watches it over me.

His Eye is on the Sparrow by Lauren Hill

” I had felt frustrated by the small number of people that came to our little service. It seemed like I was just rushing in, doing my duty and then going home when God chose one afternoon to change my muddy attitude. I was passing around shaking hands saying,” God bless you” to everyone when one woman slipped something into my hand. I opened up my palm and discovered two shiny quarters which she had given me. “No I can’t take this’” I protested. She just smiled widely and said…