A Life In God’s Hands

I entered this piece of writing in a Christian writing competition--what do you think of the story?

Sandra spies a young girl dancing along the cobbled path, brushing tiny fingers over the tops of yellow flowers. The tops of the flowers bend slightly as she passes and then bobble up as pressure is released. Wafting spring scents carry on the slight breeze--intertwined fragrant scents of pine needles and cut grass and flowers. It is truly a beautiful world, and Sandra thanks God for bringing her here today for a brief moment of rest from the busy world of finance. She gazes around her and smiles as she sees a small, white mother duck waddle along, leading seven fluffy, yellow ducklings.

Then the young girl catches her attention again as she sees her stagger. Where is the girl's mother?! The girl is hunched over, and a homeless man, clothes torn and dirty and weather-worn, is reaching for the girl, grabbing her and jerking her upright. Sandra drops her files, paper fluttering in a maelstrom of white, and runs to give chase. 

"Hey!", she screams. That man must be kidnapping her! As she reaches them, she hears a rasping intake of breath. The girl staggers around coughing, and Sandra sees the homeless man hold up a small, round pebble.

"This came out of her mouth", he says gruffly, shoving stray hair roughly out of his eyes with his work rough fingers. "Lucky for her I overslept this morn' 'cause o' them noisy ducks last night".

Then he spins around and shuffles slowly away. And Sandra realises she has seen a miracle occur as God placed the right pieces in place to save a toddler from harm. Sandra's eyes brim over with tears as she stares after the man, forgetting to ask his name. She waits until the out of breath mother arrives, who says she lost sight of her daughter for but an instant, and has been frantically searching the park.