« And the farmers? Why allow them to lose the only thing they had? »
The elder inhaled deeply, carrying a weight the young one could not yet understand.
« Last night, while we slept in the bed they so generously gave us, the Angel of Death came to take the farmer’s wife. It was her hour.
But I begged him—because they did not deserve such a tragic blow. The angel agreed to take the cow instead . »
The young one fell silent. His heart trembled between sorrow and awe.
“So…suffering is not always punishment?” I have whispered.
“Not always,” the elder replied.
« Sometimes it is protection. Sometimes an exchange. Sometimes a blessing disguised as pain. »
THE PATH THAT CONTINUES
They said goodbye to the couple, leaving behind an inexplicable peace. Although their cow was gone, the couple felt accompanied—as if unseen hands surrounded them.
They did not know what the future held, but they knew they were not alone. As they walked, the young angel pondered everything.
“Master,” he asked humbly, “how can we know when something is a blessing or a trial?”
The elder smiled.
« Humans want immediate answers. But life does not reveal itself all at once. It reveals itself with time.
The rich man will lose every chance to learn what truly matters. His wealth will never fill his emptiness. His fortune will be his prison. »
The young angel nodded slowly.
“And the farmers?”
“They will receive help,” said the elder. « Their goodness will attract generous hands—neighbors, friends. What seems like tragedy will become the beginning of something better. Their faith opens invisible paths. »
The young angel treasured those words.
THE MORAL ALL HUMANS FORGET
Atop a hill bathed in dawn’s golden light, the angels stopped. The elder placed a hand on the young one’s shoulder.
“Remember this:
Real wealth is not what you keep, but what you give.
The rich man, full of gold, will never know peace. The poor man, full of kindness, will receive more than what he lost.” A soft wind blew, as if heaven itself agreed “And remember,” the elder said:
‘Everything we give returns multiplied. Everything we deny will be denied to us. And when suffering seems unfair, it is because divine purpose is working in silence.’”
The young angel bowed his head. He had come to earth to learn about humanity, but humility had taught him about divinity.
The two angels spread their wings. Light enveloped them. And when they rose into the sky, the earth below grew brighter—although no one knew why.
END — AND A BLESSING FOR THE READER
Not everything is what it seems. Not every suffering is punishment. Not every loss is defeat. Sometimes God works in the shadows, and only time reveals His hand.
If you’ve read this far, may this story fill you with clarity, with faith… and with blessings you cannot yet see, but that they are already on their way.
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