The following is a repost from September 2018 with some minor edits. I hope you enjoy.

There was quite a bit of excitement in the Smith house last night. Somewhere around 8:00 PM our animals began going crazy (more so than usual). Nala the cat was sitting by the dinning room window staring. Maggie our Lharkie was walking around the house with her tail down in what is normally her “storm panic” mode. And Bethoven, our Shih Tzu, well he was just being Tovey, we never know what he’s thinking! I was in the kitchen and as I looked up I saw a dark blob of something on the dinning room blind. At first glance I thought it was a giant moth. (Let me pause here to tell you that hubby and I had just finished watching a Stephen King movie). Anyway, I turned the light on and realized it was not a moth but what I then thought was a bat! At this point, I’m with Maggie, its time to panic! Time to call in the troops – that would be my husband Avon. Our conversation went something like this:

Me:  (calmly) “Honey, would you come here a minute?”

Him:  “Why, what do you need?”

Me: (not so calmly) “Please, just come here!”

He came into the kitchen and I showed him the creature that has invaded our home. He, being the brave one in our family, went in for a closer look. I continue to panic and I insist that he put on some gloves (I’m remembering the man who was bitten by a rat in the Stephen King movie). It turns out it is not a bat or even a moth, it is a bird which has somehow found it’s way into our dinning room. So now, what are we going to do? We don’t want to hurt the thing, we just want it out. We don’t have a net we can use to catch it but we can’t just let it stay. We open the door, expecting the thing will just fly away – but no, doesn’t work that way. Not to worry, my ever resourceful hubby has a plan. He goes into his garage and comes back with an aluminum rod of some kind with a Wally-world bag tied to the end; we’re going to catch and release this poor bird.

The chase begins. We sneak up on the bird with the bag, he flies to the living room; cat chases. Again, hubby approaches with the bag-on-a-pole in hand; the bird flies, right past the open door and back to the dining room. This time he perches on the light fixture, surely we can capture him there. Not. Back and forth – dinning room to living room, living room to kitchen, kitchen to …. you get the picture.

Nala the cat is getting more and more excited. Maggie the Lharkie is getting more and more panicked. Bethoven, he’s still just being Tovey, seemingly oblivious to it all. And me? This chase has been going on for well over thirty minutes so I’m getting concerned that either my husband, or that poor bird, or both, are going to fall out and then what will I do? And so I prayed. “Lord, Your word tells us that your eye is on the sparrow. Please get this little sparrow out of my house”. And then, just like that, it happened. That little bird made one more round and then straight out the open door.

Was it my prayer that made him leave? All I can say is this. I don’t believe in coincidence. I do believe in God. I do believe in prayer. I do believe in God’s word. So, why shouldn’t I believe He answered my prayer? The little birds feathers were all ruffled and I’m sure he was exhausted and afraid. As he flew away I whispered another prayer “Lord, take care of your creature, he’s been through so much.” I believe the Lord heard that prayer as well.

I joyfully leave you with this: Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. (Matthew 10:29-31)

Postscript: At the time, the whole situation seemed quite serious but in hindsight, as I replay it all in my mind, it was really very comical. Those heavy work gloves. That plastic bag on the end of a pole. Two old folks running around the house from room to room chasing a bird. My greatest regret is that I didn’t think to get it all on video!