I FEEL THE TUG

FEEL THE TUG
A small boy was flying a kite very high in the sky one
afternoon when a low cloud hid the kite from view. A man walking by
asked the boy what he was doing with that string in his hand. "I am
flying my kite," he responded.
The man looked up and saw nothing except the lone cloud in
an otherwise clear sky. "I don't see a kite up there anywhere."
"Mister,' the little boy said, " I don't see it either,but I
know its is up there because I can feel the tug on my string."
Sometimes the world thinks we are foolish to worship a God we
can not see. I know he is up there, I feel Him tugging on the
strings of my heart.