An old man lived alone in Idaho. He supported himself by growing potatoes in his large potato garden. One Spring morning, about planting time, he wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Bubba:
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad
A few days later, he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad:
For goodness sake, Dad, don’t dig up that garden. That’s where I buried the BODIES.
Love, Bubba
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local Police showed up and dug up the entire area, but after they looked everywhere, they didn’t find any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day, the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad:
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Bubba
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“These little troubles are getting us ready for an eternal glory that will make all our troubles seem like nothing” (2 Cor. 4:17 CEV).”
Make Friends With Whatever’s Next
But, someone might ask, what about the tragic changes God permits? Some seasons make no sense…do such moments serve a purpose?
They do if we see them from an eternal perspective. What makes no sense in this life will make perfect sense in the next. I have proof: you in the womb.
I know you don’t remember this prenatal season, so let me remind you what happened during it. Every gestation day equipped you for your earthly life. Your bones solidified, your eyes developed, the umbilical cord transported nutrients into your growing frame…for what reason? So you might remain enwombed? Quite the contrary. Womb time equipped you for earth time, suited you up for your postpartum existence.
Some prenatal features went unused before birth. You grew a nose but didn’t breathe. Eyes developed, but could you see? Your tongue, toenails, and crop of hair served no function in your mother’s belly. But aren’t you glad you have them now?
Certain chapters in this life seem so unnecessary, like nostrils on the preborn. Suffering. Loneliness. Disease. Holocausts. Martyrdom. Monsoons. If we assume this world exists just for pregrave happiness, these atrocities disqualify it from doing so. But what if this earth is the womb? Might these challenges, severe as they may be, serve to prepare us, equip us for the world to come? As Paul wrote, “These little troubles are getting us ready for an eternal glory that will make all our troubles seem like nothing” (2 Cor. 4:17 CEV).”
Lord, every single good gift comes from You…
(From James 1:7) One Thousand Gifts http://www.aholyexperience.com/
390. A precious family to love and be loved by
391. All thanks and praise to my God for Whom there are no impossibilities, only limitless possibilities
Thanks Paula. This was a blessing to be reminded of this morning. Nita
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Paula. . .you are amazing. . . . lovely post. Keep on inspiring us all. . .
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Nita, I appreciated you sharing the “exercise” you were doing in the Psalm–sounds good!
Kelley, I appreciate your words of encouragement. I am rooting for you too, fellow victorious breast cancer survivor. 🙂
Paula
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God is always preparing us for what comes next. We struggle and fight against it for we are afraid of change…but how often do we get tired of the fight and give up and let God have His way, although begrudingly, only to find out that His way is so much better than we imagined and even not bad at all like we feared.
We are so fickle, we wee humans, but can we ever grasp fully His love for us and why He wants only the best for us, Himself? Maybe we get glimpses at times, but then we forget. Help us remember all those glimpses Lord so that they may add up to a larger whole. Amen and Amen. Kathy
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