Once
upon a time there was a girl whose mother was sick with cancer. I prayed for
the mother that she would become well again. While praying I saw in my
imagination a tree that was blooming and in my imagination I heard a voice that
said the mother would die. I prayed even harder and the vision repeated itself.
I was deeply troubled by this since I sincerely wished the mother would be well
again. I confessed this to a friend and told her about the voice and we concluded
that I would not tell the girl since I may just be imagining things. Besides:
Nobody wants to bring such news to anyone. It just happened that the very same
spring when the trees were blooming the girl’s mother died. Prayer is communion with God. The answer to our
prayers may be negative. God is not Santa Claus giving gifts to good children.
God heals some sick people and others God doesn’t heal.
That would be all for today.
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