Time stood still as the warm summer breeze caressed her body. It was the first good day to tan of the season. Cassie was almost asleep when the lonesome chirping of a bird filled her ears to the point of blocking out all other sounds. She looked around to discover a small sparrow limping across the green fresh mowed suburban lawn.
“Oh, the poor thing.” She cried. “Where did you come from?”
The sparrow turned toward her and spoke.
“Thanks for noticing, but I really need to get home.”
The bird’s small voice surprisingly echoed within her ears and caused her to sit up in the lounge chair in wonderment and curiosity.
“You… you can speak?” Cassie said.
“Yes, I can.” Said the sparrow still limping toward a wooden fence in her backyard.
“You speak bird?” The sparrow replied stopping momentarily while looking at Cassie.
“No, I never even knew that there was a need too.” She said.
The bird continued on toward the fence.
“Then, you must be speaking the language of compassion.” He said, “We often say things of truth within our soul when we observe the hurting or less fortunate among us.”
Cassie sat pondering his words and rose to the occasion walking softly over to the sparrow.
“May I help you?” She asked.
The sparrow did not speak. He was exhausted from the heat of the day.
She reached down and picked up the sparrow. She cupped his small body with her hands and brought him to a small opening in the wooden fence, and then she released him.
“Thank you!” He replied.
Cassie smiled and returned to her chair. Just as she started to relax once again in the summer sun she heard a cat scream and then the little bird’s chirping was silenced.
“Oh, no!” she cried. “Why, why would You let this happen, Lord?”
“It was the sparrows time, my dear.” He said. “I cared for the bird from the day it was born, and gave him an opportunity to reproduce other sparrows which are to this day living in a world of opportunities. They in turn bring you joy daily with there songs of the evening and the morning. It was his time to rest; he was hurt and tired, and I had compassion on him. He is with me now… no more sorrow… no more pain.”
Cassie reflected on His words.
“But, it seems so harsh, Lord.”
“Life is not what it seems… it is much more than that, Cassie. Nothing is waist; it’ll all work out for the good. Trust Me!”
Cassie reflected once again and thought… “Each day is within a season, each season is with in its time, and each time I’ll sleep and wonder about the grace of God.”
It was then the cat shared the midsummers day at the feet of Cassie and spoke.
“Thank you, Lord for sending this girl to do Your bidding. I was starving. By Your grace and mercy not only I shall live, but my six kittens as well.”
As Cassie woke from a deep slumber she had to ask herself, “Was it all just a dream?”
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