Inspiration

There is a legend about an English mother who had a particularly gifted son who had given his life on the battlefield. He was brilliant, had led
his classes in scholarship and made a remarkable record in Oxford. He went to war and was killed in action. Then his mother had a strange dream. She dreamed that an angel came to her and told her that she might have her son back for five minutes.

“Choose,” said the angel. “What five minutes will you have? Will it be in the hour of his high honour in Oxford, or in the hour of his heroism
in battle?”

The mother did not even hesitate. She said, “If I can have him back for five minutes, I prefer to have him, not when he was in Oxford, not when
he was in war. I would like to have him as a little boy on a certain day when he had disobeyed me. He had run into the garden, angry and
rebellious. Then pretty soon he came back and threw himself into my arms and said he was sorry. His face was hot and red. His eyes were filled
with tears. He looked so small and so precious. I saw his love in his eyes and felt his love in
his body pressed close to mine – and how my love went out to him at that moment! If I can have him back for just five minutes, let me have him as a dear little repentant boy.”

Is it not so with God?

“If You never never ask, you’ll never never know”