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He Knows Better.



This story. My heart. I read this this morning and had to share it.


Many years ago there was a monk who needed olive oil, so he planted an olive tree sapling.


After he finished planting it, he prayed, "Lord, my tree needs rain so its tender roots may drink and grow. Send gentle showers." And the Lord sent gentle showers.


Then the monk prayed, "Lord, my tree needs sun. Please send it sun." And the sun shone, gilding the once-dripping clouds.


"Now send frost, dear Lord, to strengthen its branches," cried the monk. And soon the little tree was covered in sparkling frost, but by evening it had died.


Then the monk sought out a brother monk in his cell and told him of this strange experience. After hearing the story, the other monk said, "I also have planted a little tree. See how it is thriving! But I entrust my tree to its God. He who made it knows better than a man like me what it needs. I gave God no constraints or conditions, except to pray, 'Lord, send what it needs – whether that be a storm or sunshine, wind, rain, or frost. You made it, and you know best what it needs."



I don't think this needs any additional commentary.


If you're religious, then let the truth in this story sink in.

If you're not, then let the this truth stir in your mind a little bit.


Have a beautiful Friday.

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