There was once a gardener who had a field. But the rains stopped, and the soil grew dry. His plants withered, and soon his land looked like a desert. Each morning, the gardener walked the field wringing his hands, saying, “What shall I eat? How will I live? My garden is ruined.”
One evening, a traveler passed by and saw the gardener’s worry. He said, “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, pray with thanksgiving, and your requests will be known to God.”
The gardener replied, “How can I pray with thanksgiving when all I see is dust?”
The traveler pointed to the horizon and said, “The Lord will comfort His people. He looks with compassion on ruins and makes deserts like Eden, wastelands like the garden of the Lord.”
The gardener went home and prayed—not with perfect faith, but with an honest heart. He gave thanks for the little that remained: the well at the edge of his field, the strength still in his hands, and the promise he had heard.
In time, clouds gathered. Rain fell. The cracked ground softened. Seeds hidden beneath the soil began to sprout, and his field grew green again—more beautiful than before.
The gardener said, “Truly, peace came when I gave my worries to God, and restoration came when I trusted His promise.”
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