A little boy who'd been given his grandfather's golden pocket watch. How he treasured it.But one day while playing in a sandpit he lost the watch.He searched and scratched , becoming frantic, but could not find it.Then suddenly he got an idea. He stopped scurrying around and became very still.And then in the silence, he heard the watch ticking, are we also frustrated to find see things like this fast and move around, but we have to still and hear the small voice.
so true and often that still small voice may hold the answer we are so frustratingly seeking
