Broken Wings

I found an angel on the side of the road today - well, actually it found me. A small figurine, praying, caught my attention as I was walking by. Its wings were broken and I picked it up and smiled. There was a small boy playing across the street from where I was doing a landscape job and I told him about it, showed it to him and that was all that he seemed to talk about for the rest of the day.

I asked him if he ever talked to God, or if he talked to God often. He said no. I told him that God is constantly talking to us but we have to listen to hear Him. We talked about the angel a little more and I put it in my backpack - told the boy that the angels wings were healing. He smiled and later brought his friends over to show them the angel. Another small boy remarked, “The angel found you, didn’t it?” I replied with a smile, “Yes, I believe it did. ”