“My best friend, Jan, is a veterinarian’s assistant with a huge heart who fosters all kinds of sick and injured animals. When she asked if I could care for a bird with a broken wing while she went out of town for the weekend, I panicked. I didn’t want to be saddled with a houseguest that chirped and needed to be fed worms round the clock—yuck! But I knew I couldn’t say no. Jan had been my rock when I’d lost my job three months ago, and she’d consistently comforted me when I felt terrified and lost.
“I used to turn to God when I was afraid or uncertain, and since the layoff, I’d tried to pray for strength and guidance many times. But in truth, I couldn’t hear His voice anymore. My worries and fear seemed stronger than my ability to listen and wait for His answer.
“On the last night I tended to the little bird, I stroked her head, looked into her onyx eyes and studied the bandage on her wing. She made me feel calm for the first time in months. Suddenly, it struck me: We were two of a kind—something was painfully broken, maybe God brought us together for a reason.
“A few weeks later, Jan called with happy news: the bird’s wing had mended and Jan asked me to help set her free. We met at the park and as we opened the carrier, I heard God whisper, You’re ready too, don’t be afraid. Tears blurred my vision as the little bird spread her wings and flew.
“I stood for a moment watching her against the sky and felt God’s hand on my heart, healing my broken places…setting me free from my fears.” —Cynthia Frost, 52, Cleveland