When You Feel Too Small — But Still Carried

There’s a small sparrow that keeps landing on the windowsill outside my writing desk.

She isn’t shiny or rare.

Her feathers are a little dull. Her flight a little slow.

Just... simple. Rusted, maybe. A bit tired. But still flying.

And still seen.

Scripture tells us that not one sparrow is forgotten by God. That verse has followed me — quietly, persistently — through seasons where I felt like I was falling short, shrinking small, rusting under the weight of too much trying and too little grace.

That’s part of why I started this blog.

That’s part of why I wrote More Than Enough: Embracing God’s Grace When You Feel You’ve Fallen Short.

Why “The Rusted Sparrow”?

It’s more than a pretty name.

It’s a symbol of how God meets us in the worn places — when we feel faded, frayed, weathered by failure or fatigue. When we feel like we’re supposed to fly but barely have strength to flap our wings.

But there’s another layer too.

“Rusted” — in Dutch — means rest.

And The Rusted Sparrow is a space for exactly that: rest for the tired-hearted. A reminder that we are not measured by our productivity, our polish, or our perfection. We are held. We are noticed. We are enough — not because we’ve earned it, but because He already said so.

What This Blog Will Be

Not polished.

Not Pinterest-perfect.

But real.

A place to talk about what it feels like to fall short — and still find God’s grace rising to meet you.

A place for stories, scriptures, and small reminders that the rust doesn’t disqualify you — it reveals where you’ve been held together.

If you're tired of trying to hold it all together — or if you're holding pieces you don't know what to do with — I want you to know: you're not alone. And you don’t have to fix yourself before you rest.

Welcome to The Rusted Sparrow.

There’s room here for the tired, the imperfect, the slowly-healing.

There’s room for you.

— Brianne