"A House for the Sparrow."

As I was working at the church last week, I heard over my shoulder a strange noise; a sort of whispering disturbance just outside my office window. At first, it registered as only a minor disturbance. I thought it must be another of those fast moving thunder storms we had been experiencing, getting ready to hit again.
But it didn't stop; it grew persistent. Looking around, I was surprised by an amazing sight. A little bird, I don't know what kind, it was mostly brown and grey, with bands of these shades going backward from it's head, but it was launching itself from the day lilies growing just outside at the window. It would hit the window, tapping with it's beak and then fall to the ledge which wasn't sticking out enough to support it. Hopping back on a day lily stem, it would repeat the process over and over again.
Amazed at what I was witnessing, I moved over by the window for a better look. The little bird, I realized was trying to get into my office. But why? I wondered. Did she know that a bad storm was coming, from which she was seeking shelter?
She kept trying, but she couldn't understand why she couldn't just fly in. Perhaps she saw me near the window. She flew away; but no! She went to the other window and tried repeatedly to get in there as well!
I opened the window, a laborious process involving dealing with blinds and removing the screen, just to see what would happen. Did the little bird really want in my office? And what would she do if she got in?
But she flew away, and I closed the window. I was so amazed and in wonder about this, that I began to consider; does the little bird feel the presence of God in this place like I and so many others feel it? One feature of the church is that the building seems full of the peace of God, like there are angels there. Any time you are alone there, it's really amazing how you can sense God.
Did the little bird want in because she could feel it too? I wondered.
David said in Ps. 84:2-3:
"My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the LORD: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O LORD of hosts, my king, and my God."
Blessed sparrow; God bless the sparrow, and God bless the child! Truly, "His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me".
Some time later, the little bird came back. It was getting close to service time, and she tried valiantly once again to get in. "Boy, that little bird wants to go to church!" I thought. "I wonder why God's people don't come to church sometimes. Does this little creature know something or feel something we don't?"
It kind of makes you wonder!