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OPERATION OUTREACH WRITERS' VILLAGE UNIVERSITY GREATER DAKOTA CLASSICS VIKIMOUSE ANGEL PAGES BY CHRYSIA THIN WITHIN INSCRIBE CHRISTIAN WRITERS FELLOWSHIP TELLING THE TRUTH VETERANS OF TRUTH
Flight of Faith & Freedom
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It must have been horrible for him to see. Ryan, my son, was just 10 or 11 the day he witnessed a dear little bird being traumatized by our dog Andy. The bird had struck the window, and then Andy began taunting and terrorizing him by grasping him between his teeth; then releasing him to a feigned freedom. The fence was just close enough to hinder a winged escape, and it would send the helpless creature back to his tormentor again and again.
Ryan came to me in great distress. He is a compassionate person. I could see the anguish in his eyes and sense it from his heart. "Oh mom, please come, there's a little bird out here that's hurt." We ran to the back yard, and there lying on the ground was this precious little bird, whose beak kept opening and closing as though it were calling out for help, yet there was no sound. I wondered, who would he call to? Do mother birds come and help their young? But this didn't appear to be a baby bird. Who would hear him, if he had voice? Do others from the flock stop their flight to aid one who is in need? I doubted that. "He must be calling to God," I thought. "God hears from our hearts. God knows." Ryan lifted the anxious bundle of silently-squawking feathers and gently carried him to the picnic table. "What can we do Mom?" he pleaded. "If he tries to fly away, he may fall again and be in worse trouble." We examined him and could see that his wing was broken or dislocated. The tiny body layed there, trembling under our strokes of comfort. His beak finally stopped its silent plea, and the little bird's body became limp, his breathing shallow. "He has been through an ordeal, Ryan. He needs to rest, " I said. "Get a basket from the house. We'll place it over him, so the light can still shine through, but he will be protected." This seemed to satisfy Ryan at the moment.
Over lunch I wondered what to do. If he dies, my little boy will be so very sad. "Father, you know all about this. We will trust you," I prayed. After lunch we went outside to check on our dear little feathered friend. He seemed much more settled and even tranquil. Looking through the openings in the basket we could see he was now standing and his wing seemed to have straightened. We were delighted, but now what should we do? If we let him go, it was possible he may try to fly, and if his wing was still weak, he might hurt himself even more. Yet we couldn't keep him confined either. "Ryan, it says in the bible that even a sparrow will not fall to the ground apart from the will of the Father. That means God is aware and He has a plan, a reason for this to have happened. Do you understand?" "Yes, he nodded. "Let's ask God about this. We can't keep this little bird locked under the basket, or he'll die. We need to trust God to take care of him." "Okay, " he responded warily. "Father, thank you for allowing Ryan to discover this precious little bird of yours, so that he could offer help and comfort. Please heal his little wing. Please give him strength to fly safely again. Please look after him. We know that you are aware of his suffering, and we will accept whatever you do in this. Thank you Lord. Amen." "Go ahead, honey, lift the basket." Ryan hesitated. "Can you trust God for the future of His own little bird?" I asked. "Yes, I can, " he replied with conviction. He placed his gentle hands on the basket and carefully lifted it away. That sweet little bird, as gracefully as you please, lit into the air with a song of joy. God had put a new song in his heart, and the wind beneath his wings. Ryan and I rejoiced! We praised God! We even cried and thanked the Lord, not only for giving flight and freedom to this little bird, but for the new song in our own hearts and the wind in the wings of our faith.
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