A small thing

The doorbell rang so I looked to see who it might be. It was the neighbor children so I opened the door expecting to hear them ask for the return of their ball that had come over the fence. Instead they asked for my son who was not available at the time. They told me they really needed his boy scout skills to help save a baby bird that was stuck in their cactus.I went to help as I watched this tiny creature barely breathing stuck in the relentless spikes of the poky plant. With sticks and gloves and finally a screwdriver we were able to wedge it loose from the griping spikes that held it in place.I was told by the older boy that the mother had thrown it out of the nest . "nature is cruel he said" Is it really that nature is cruel or just that it seems cruel when we have a good heart? I am not one for the sight of blood or dead naked baby birds. I am very squeamish. I was pleasantly surprised at my confidence and strength in the midst of freeing this tiny creature and possibly letting it die a less painful death.That is until no one was watching and the tears began to flood my eyes. These two little boys are usually full of mischief and I thought they took no pleasure in anything good. God never ceases to amaze me even in the sadness of losing this tiny little wingless sparrow. I found hope, and courage and strength, I did not even know I had. I found love in what I thought was some of the coldest of hearts. Sweet dreams little sparrow.