Spirituality - Inspirational Stories ( Part 69 )
This is a series of "spiritual" inspirational stories where we offer support and encouragement in the form of a story. The idea is to give you hope, an emotional boost or maybe just to make you smile. This is not meant as replacement for medical advice from your doctor.
( To read previous stories in this series please visit: spirituality - inspirational stories ( Part 1-68 ). )
We all need hope, faith and belief that everything happens for a reason and there are lessons to be learned in every moment. Here's one such story based on those principles ...
Once upon a time, there was a farmer who had worked hard all his life. He was a kind and gentle man. One day, he was very seriously ill and the doctors told him that he wouldn't live long as his health was failing.
The farmer called his three sons and gave them each a sack of wheat. "When I die," he said, "you must take this wheat to our land on the other side of the mountain where I have never been, and you must sow it." Then he asked his three sons to come closer and put their arms around him for one last time.
One month later, the farmer died. The trees were filled with ripe fruit and the fields were covered in golden wheat. The farmer's three sons took their sacks of wheat up to the mountain and planted them in order from highest to lowest.
The two eldest sons were lucky enough that the first seed they had sown immediately germinated and began to grow tall. But there was no sign of life from any of the others seeds. The young men said nothing, but worked hard all day sowing, re-sowing and ploughing until sunset when they sat down on top of a big rock by the side of their field to rest. As they were sharing a bottle of home made wine, the youngest son said to his brother: "Do you believe in God?"
"I don't know," the other brother replied. "But I think that God is just so like us! If we sow four seeds and one of them only sprouts, we don't complain and say that it was no good and 'God didn't want us to have anything from this field.' Instead, we do our best all over again with another four seeds, because it just takes a little bit of care for it to grow."
"Well," said the young man. "That's how I feel about your father's field.
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