A Helping Hand

One day I was coming out my front door and looked down on the walkway in front of me to see a little Sparrow lying on the pavement, flapping its wings trying to get up. I looked around to see if any other birds might be a part of this little creature’s life.

One day I was coming out my front door and looked down on the walkway in front of me to see a little Sparrow lying on the pavement, flapping its wings trying to get up. I looked around to see if any other birds might be a part of this little creature's life. I saw nothing and leaned down to...I saw nothing and leaned down to see if I could pick it up. I waited to see if it would try to get away, but it didn't. It just became very still as I slid my hand under its little body and lifted it to my chest.

I checked to see if a wing or leg was broken, but it wasn't. It looked like the little bird had been attacked.

I held it close to my heart for a little while and remembered the scripture I learned as a child, "Not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it."

I knew if I put it back on the pavement or in the grass, something would come along and eat it, so I decided to place it in a pot of beautiful flowers I had sitting next to the door. It didn't look like it would survive, so I wanted the little bird to rest in a beautiful, quiet place.

When I came home that evening, sure enough, the little sparrow had died. I thought about how that particular scripture has always assured that God is always with us; at the beginning of our lives, throughout our lives, and at the end of our life.

So many times, we feel the unconditional love of God through other people who pass through our lives. When I loved the little bird that day, I knew that I loved it for God, its creator.

Often, at the most painful and frightening times, God sends someone to pick us up, comfort us, stand beside us, or lead us. That is what I believe he meant when he said not even a sparrow would fall that he would not see it.

I remembered this story today because I heard something in my chimney fluttering frantically. I called my husband, and we opened the door to our fireplace to see what it could be. We couldn't see anything.

Sometimes birds resting or nesting atop the chimney wander inside it, unable to fly back up to escape.

He said it was probably a bird and would get out, either through our fireplace entrance or back up the chimney from whence it came.

I listened for a while and asked God to help the bird see its way out, and then I thought about how I could help. I couldn't get into the chimney, I couldn't see it, but suddenly I thought about a flashlight. Maybe I could see it then.

I shined the light up the chimney but couldn’t see the bird, but I could hear the chirping. I sat back down in my chair and waited. Suddenly there was another flutter and then no more. The bird had seen the exit when I flashed light and found its way down the chimney.

I opened the door to the fireplace. Sitting there in the ashes was a frightened little Black-capped Chickadee hoping and waiting to be set free.

When we are lost or in a dark place, it is good to have someone shine the light and show us the way to safety.

It only takes a tiny bit of light to make a difference in our homes and the world in which we live. We just have to be willing. We can do that with a word, a touch, a listening ear, or a helping hand.

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Deana Landers
Author for Morningcoffeebeans.com

I have had many roles in life
Pastor’s Wife , Mom/Nana , Nurse/Health Educator, Writer , Christian Speaker
I can't remember a time when I wasn't writing stories, either in my head or in my journal.

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Story Comments

  1. You have such an amazing way with words Deana. Every single time I read one, there's a little nugget of knowledge left behind inside my head or my heart. Thank you.

    • Deana Landers -

      Thank you, Michelle. I feel the same way when I visit your site. You are a great writer and creator.Deana

  2. Ann Barnes -

    A beautiful story thank you Deana . I love reading your stories.

    • Deana Landers -

      Thank you, Ann. Love you my friend.Deana

  3. Diane Brown -

    This is a wonderful story Aunt Deana. Thank you for sharing. It made my heart feel so much love!!

    • Deana Landers -

      Thank you, Diane.Love you

  4. AWW, Deanna you always write the nicest stories. I look forward to reading them each week. This one is truly beautiful, and you have a beautiful heart.

    • Deana Landers -

      Thank you so much, Anita for reading and responding to my stories. I appreciate your words.Deana

  5. What a beautiful story! its sad to see these beautiful creatures lying helplessly. I see them around my neighborhood, some run into the house by accident others are attack by feral cats or neighborhood cats who walk freely. I love cats. I just feel that's a major problem for the bird population are cats. We should keep out cats inside and supervise when they go outside.

    • Deana Landers -

      Thank you, Maria. I totally agree about the cats. I get stray cats here all the time. Deana

  6. Sometimes I get so busy and self involved. Especially with social media that I forget random kindness. Love your writing.

    • Deana Landers -

      Thank you, Leanna. I think we all do that sometimes.Deana

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