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Wise Bestowment

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For me, “The Daily Post” is becoming “The Daily Opportunity to Procrastinate.”  And I appreciate it.  Here’s today’s question:

You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, if at all?

Knowing the future would certainly have its benefits.  I would know how much money I need to save for retirement and how much I could blow on travel.  If I had known that my dad was going to die suddenly, I could have told him one more time how much I love and admire him.

But I trust the Father’s wise bestowment.  I trust He gives us the knowledge we need when we need it.

Corrie ten Boom said it best in The Hiding Place:

But that night as he [Father] stepped through the door I burst into tears, “I need you!” I sobbed.  “You can’t die!  You can’t!”

   …Father sat down on the edge of the narrow bed.  “Corrie,” he began gently, “when you and I go to Amsterdam – when do I give you your ticket?”

   I sniffed a few times, considering this,”Why,  just before we get on the train.”

   “Exactly.  And our wise Father in heaven knows when we’re going to need things, too.  Don’t run out ahead of Him, Corrie.  When the time comes that some of us will have to die, you will look into your heart and find the strength you need – just in time.”

 

Meatier post on Monday.  Or Tuesday.  Have a great weekend!

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