Max Lucado writes: ‘Who keeps inventories of hair follicles? We monitor other things: the amount of money in the bank, petrol in the tank, pounds on the scales… but hair on the head? No one, not even a man with an expanding bald spot, counts the number of strands. We style hair, colour hair, cut hair… but we don’t count hair. God does. “Even the very hairs on your head are all numbered.”

So are the sparrows in the field. In the days of Jesus a penny was one of the smallest coins in circulation. One penny would buy you two sparrows. In other words, everyone could own a couple of sparrows. (…) In Luke’s gospel Jesus goes a step further. “Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God” (12:6 RSV). One penny would buy you two sparrows. Two pennies, however, would buy you five! The seller threw in the fifth for free. Society still has its share of fifth sparrows: indistinguishable souls who feel dispensable, disposable, worth less than a penny. (…) Any chance that these words are falling on the ears of a fifth sparrow? It’s time to deal with that fear of not mattering; of having no value.

According to God, in Psalm 139, you were skilfully woven together (Psalm 139v15). You were “fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139v14). God can’t stop thinking about you! If you could count his thoughts about you “they would outnumber the grains of sand” (Psalm 139v18). Why does He love you so much? The same reason an artist loves his paintings or an architect his buildings. You are his idea. And God only has good ideas. “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago” (Ephesians 2:10 NLT).

Have you ever seen the movie Hook? In the film Peter Pan has grown up, become old and overweight, and looked nothing like the Peter the lost boys knew. In the midst of the boys shouting that this was NOT Peter, one of the smallest boys took him by the hand and pulled him down to his level. He then placed his hands on Peter’s face and proceeded to move the skin around, reshaping his face. Then he looked into Peter’s eyes and said, “There you are, Peter!” [All that baggage that you’ve carried for so long; the feelings of worthlessness; the fear that you don’t really matter; that no one cares… feel God’s hands on your face right now; pushing away all that stuff]. Shhh… listen. Do you hear Him say, “There you are!”

God sees you, and God loves the you that He sees: “There you are. There you are.” He’s enough, isn’t he? Let others be fearful and play their silly games. Not us. We’ve found something better.’

Max Lucado, 2009, Fearless, Nashville Tennessee: Thomas Nelson, pp.23, 25, 26, 27