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A man who just got married was retuning home with his wife. As they were on their way back home crossing a lake in a boat, suddenly a great storm arose. The man was warrior and calm but his wife was very much afraid. She seemed almost hopeless.


The boat on which they both were going was very small and the storm that came was really huge. At any moment they could have been drowned in the storm.


As much as the wife was afraid, Husband was sitting silently, calm and quiet as if nothing was happening.


Wife was trembling and said to her husband, “Are you not afraid? This may be the last moment of our life. It doesn’t look like we are gonna make it to shore. At this moment only miracle can save us otherwise we are dead.”


She continued and shouted, “Are you mad? Are you stone? Aren’t you afraid?”


After listening to wife , the man laughed and took his sword out of its sheath.


Now wife was even more puzzled. What was he doing?


Then the husband bought the naked sword very close to the wife’s neck. So close that just a small gap was there, between sword and neck. Sword was almost touching her neck.


Now he asked, “Are you afraid?”


Wife started to laugh and said, “Why should I be afraid? You are my husband and sword is in your hand, you are never gonna hurt me and I know you love me.”


Now, my husband put back the sword and said, “This is my answer dear. I know GOD loves me and the storm is in his hands.

So, Whatever is going to happen is going to be Good. If we survive good; if we don’t survive good

Because everything is in his hands and he cannot do anything wrong.


Moral: Develop Truth. It is capable of transforming your whole life. Trust completely because any less won’t do.

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