A
farmer stretched out in the shade of an oak tree and admired the pumpkin vine
that slowly crawled and threaded its way along the lattice of the neighbouring
garden.
He
shook his head and said: “I can’t see why such a small plant should bear such
large and beautiful fruit, while the magnificient oak tree bears only petty and
miserable fruit. If I had created the world, I would have made the oak tree
bear big golden coloured pumpkins that weight a ton. That would certainly be
something to see.”
No
sooner had he said these words than an acorn fell from the tree above him and
hit him with such a force on the nose that it began to bleed.
“Ah,”
moaned the man, “I have received a beautiful blow on the nose on account of my
presumption. If the acorn had been a pumpkin I would have been squashed beneath
it.”
The
Lord has helped us,
Guiding
all the way:
Let
us trust Him, fully,
Trust
Him every day.
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