'A story of an Indian boy

A story of an Indian boy

There is a story of an Indian boy who one day brought home a hurt bird from the field. The old chief asked the child where he had found the bird. "Among the wheat," was the answer.

"Take it back," he said, "and lay it down just where you found it. If you keep it, it will die — but if you give it back to God, He can make it well again."

It is with hurt hearts , just as it is with hurt birds . They belong to God, and only He can heal them. Human hands are clumsy and unskillful in comforting. If you have sorrow, go to God as your heart's healer.

No human hands can help, except those that God has trained into something of His own gentleness. When God comforts, there are no hurts remaining in the life; He is so gentle, so skillful.

"He will not break a bruised reed, and He will not put out a smoldering wick" Matthew 12:20

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