Early June this year, my husband Peter and I dropped into a corner café in the middle of the city. I took the table inside next to the window, while Peter went to order. I watched the last of the autumn leaves dancing in the wind, while passers by wrapped their scarves around them a little tighter.

Although more people are gradually venturing out, the city was still void of life. Melbourne, like many other cities, is not the same as it was pre-Covid. These were some of my thoughts as I sat there waiting for my hot drink to arrive.

Then it occurred to me, neither am I. Just like the city of Melbourne is struggling to not lose its zest for life, so am I. Since the world changed at large, so has my personal world.

My hot chocolate arrived, and I wrapped my fingers around the comfortingly warm mug. No need to share a word, I knew the thoughts in Peter’s mind were similar to mine. Peter stirred his coffee.

Suddenly both our attention was drawn to the open door. We watched a tiny little sparrow hop and bounce into the café. With its peak it picked up some food scraps dropped on the floor by a previous customer.

My eyes locked with Peter’s and I saw tears in them. At the same time, we start quoting the song: “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He’s watching me!” How is it possible for a tiny little bird to bring our hearts such encouragement and hope!!