A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he
had admired a
beautiful sports car
in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it,
he told him that was
all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father
had purchased the
car. Finally, on the
morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study.
His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him
how much he loved
him. He handed his
son a beautifully wrapped gift box.
Curious, and somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found
a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold.
Angry, he rose his voice
to his father and said
"with all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the
house. Many years passed
and the young man was very successful in business. He had a
beautiful home and
wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought
perhaps he should go
to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day.
Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his
father had passed
away, and willed all
of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and
take care of things.
When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled
his heart. He began
to search through his father's important papers and saw the still
gift-wrapped Bible,
just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had
carefully
underlined a verse,
Matt.7:11, "And if ye, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your
children,how much more
shall your Heavenly Father which is in Heaven, give to those who ask
Him?" As he read those
words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag
with the dealer's name,
the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag
was the date of his
graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.
How many times do we miss God's blessings because we can't see past our own
desires?
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