A meeting of saints was going on…
One day someone filled Gangajal in a pitcher and kept it there so that the saints could drink Gangajal when they felt thirsty.
A person was standing outside that gathering of saints. When he saw the pitcher filled with Gangajal, he started getting different thoughts…
He started thinking – Aha! How lucky is this pitcher…???
Firstly, it is not filled with any pond, but Ganges water, and secondly, it will now be of use to the saints. You will get the touch of saints, you will get an opportunity to serve them. Only someone has such luck…
The pot read his mind and the pot said – Brother, I was just a pile of mud lying empty in the form of mud…
was of no use. Never felt that God has done justice to us…
Then one day a potter came. He dug us with a shovel and loaded me in a sack and took me to his house after loading it on a donkey.
Taking us there, he trampled, then kneaded by adding water, mounted it on a wheel and made it spin, then slit the throat, then beat it and equalized it. The matter did not stop here, after that the goose was thrown in the fire to burn…
When he came out after suffering so much, he was brought on a donkey to send me to the market. There also people were looking at me thumping whether it was okay or not?
After beating me, what if I put a price – just 20 to 30 rupees.
I kept thinking every moment that oh God, all the injustice had to be done with me.
Every day a new pain gives a new pain. Only injustice is written to be injustice with me…
But God had a different plan,
Some gentleman bought me and when I was filled with Gangajal and sent it to the meeting of saints…
Then I realized that even running that shovel of the potter was his only grace.
It was also his ‘s grace to knead that into me…
It was his pleasure to burn me in the fire.
And…
It was also his pleasure to be thumped by people in the market.
Now I came to know that all the blessings of that God were on me.
Actually, bad situations disturb us so much that we start questioning the existence of that God and start cursing ourselves, why we all do not have the power to understand his pastime.
Sometimes the same thing happens with us, we curse ourselves and raise our finger on God and say that
why did he do this to me,
Am i so bad ?
And why did Malik give all the troubles to me?
But the truth is, the owner chose one of you to carve out of the crowd of all those stones.
Now you have to face some difficulty in carving.
Bad Time are there for a reason. Pass them with positive energy things will change.