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From Uncle Arthur’s Bedtime Stories:

All Comes From Above

In a humble cottage in France a poor but godly man was dying. Calling his only son to him, he said: "My dear little Peter, you will soon be left alone, and many troubles will come to you in this world; but always remember that all comes from above; then you will find it easy to bear everything with patience."

Shortly after this the poor man died, and little Peter found himself quite alone in the world. The only thing he could do for a living was to go out and beg.

As he went from door to door in the villages, he would sing to the people, receiving from them just enough to keep him alive.

Every time anybody gave him some food or money, he used to say, "It comes from above," remembering his father's last words.

It became a habit with him to use these words whatever happened to him, and he found that they did indeed help him to bear everything with patience.

One day, as he was passing through a village, a sudden gust of wind blew a tile off the roof of a near-by house. It struck Peter on the should, knocking him to the ground.


"It comes from above," were first words as he regained his feet, at which, as you may imagine, the bystanders laughed heartily.

A minute later, however, another strong gust of wind tore off the entire roof of a cottage a little farther down the street. Had little Peter gone on, he might have been killed by it. So he thought to himself that the tile that had struck and hurt him had indeed "com from above" in more senses then one.

On another occasion little Peter was employed by a wealthy gentleman to carry an important letter to a businessman in a neighboring town. As he was told to be quick. Peter ran as fast as he could. Coming to a stream, he tried to jump over it, but, alas, he fell in and was nearly drowned. When he finally clambered out on the bank, drenched and weary, he found that the precious letter had disappeared. Try as he would, he could not find it in the muddy water. "It comes from above," he murmured to himself as he sadly made his way back to the rich gentleman's house.

Naturally enough, the gentleman was very angry with him. In fact, he drove him out of the house from above.

Next day, however, the gentleman sent for him. "Your falling into that stream was a fortunate for me," he said. "Circumstances have changed overnight. If that letter had been delivered, I should have been involved in a serious loss. Please accept this little gift as a token of my gratitude." And the gentleman put more money in little Peter's hand than he had seen for many a long day.

"It comes from above," he said, as he went down the steps smiling.

Thus Peter grew up, always believing that the hand of God was ordering his life, confident that "all things work together for good to them that love God." One day he, too, became a successful businessman.

Happy are the boys and s who have such faith in their heavenly Father. It will save them many needless sorrows and discouragements, and will fill their hearts with quiet peace and confidence that nothing can disturb.


--Ren