Grampa’s story #26

When I was a kid, a young man really, my dad used to tell me a true experience about getting an answer his prayer. This was an important time in our lives. 


The business where my dad worked had gone through hard times, and he was trying to figure out what he should do. He met with a man to sign on the dotted line for a new plan to give it one more try. We attempted a number of other other avenues like antiques and group apparel specialists, but these were met with limited success. So this man had one more idea, and my dad had spent substantial time and money establishing the validity of this choice. He was going to finalize this arrangement in the morning. On my dad’s way to bed, he realized this was such an important decision, he thought that he should make it a matter of prayer. So he went down the basement to present his idea to the Lord. 


As he tried to explain our situation and why this business decision was so important to our future to our family, he found that he was unable to articulate the plan and its reasoning to the Lord. He thought he must just be tired, so he attempted to pray a second time, but the same thing happened. So at last he returned to prayer one more time, but this time he said that he decided not to pursue the new deal this man had proposed. He felt sure that the confusion was his answer, and at last he felt a strong feeling of confidence and peace. That was his answer. Castle Valley never would have happened if we went ahead with the proposal. I can see now that was an answer to our prayers. link


Sometimes we don’t realize the wisdom in a decision, especially when the answer is no, but in this case, it is easy for me to see why now. 


Our family, our lives, the blessings we are given—we may not realize initially how good we have it. Life is full of challenges. But at some point, the wisdom is evident. 



Often that comes with hindsight. We can all see evidence of making good choices, even when it’s hard. Raising children, working toward our goals, giving up things now so we and our families can benefit later—it’s not easy, but it’s always worth it in the long run. 

Understanding that concept helps us realize and accept hardship and pain differently.   

I am so grateful for all of you. 

My life’s choices have given me the things that are most important to me. 

Hindsight is 20-20. Even when it’s hard.

"It isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don't worry. I say that to myself every morning. It all works out in the end. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future."

It’s worked for me. 

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