Monk and olive tree
The tree was saturated with moisture, and the monk continued to pray: "And now, Lord, I ask you to send a lot of sun - my tree needs warmth." And the Lord sent the sun.
The tree kept growing. The monk went on praying for it: "Lord, send a little cold to strengthen the roots and branches." The Lord sent frost and ... the tree died.
The monk was very upset. He went to another monk to tell his story and share his sorrow.
"I also have an olive tree, look," replied another monk. His tree had grown well. "But I prayed differently, I told God that He is the Creator of this tree and therefre better knows what is needed for it." I simply asked God to take care of the tree, and He does it. "
This also applies to us. We often ask for what, in our opinion, we need. But only the Lord knows what we need. Trust Him completely!
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