As A Young Boy My Father Took Me Out Pheasant ...  PRO

As a young boy my father took me out pheasant hunting. We didn’t have a dog and as I was too young to fire a gun I took on the role of the dog. It was a few hours until we found a pheasant under a fence row. I was sent in to flush the bird. As it took wing a shot rang out. Feathers exploded from the bird and it dropped like a lead ballon. However, when we went to where it dropped we couldn’t find the bird. I was told that if the bird after being shot had the ability too, it would run. Many years later as I read Isa. 40:31 I came to a new awareness of the complexity of the mind of God.

"They shall mount up with wings of eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not...

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