There are many things that I remember from my near-death experience and other things that I know I saw. However, in order to facilitate additional mortal growth, I have not been allowed to remember the specific details of many of those events.
Though I remember seeing many individuals and I know I knew their gifts and their strengths – I no longer remember who they were (friends, family or other ?) but this I know – they all were given gifts.
The most divine gift that they each were given was the gift of choice. Even in heaven, we/they were all allowed to choose how they would use their gifts and the learning experiences that they would have in mortality.
We all come to earth with a significant case of amnesia. This is not a cruel joke on the Lord’s part – it too is a gift.
We cannot remember the specifics of heaven for if we could, we would be incredibly homesick and the ability to learn and grow in mortality would be significantly impaired.
Even with so many details removed, I remain in awe of what I saw in heaven. I remain in awe of the amazing gifts we were given there and I am filled with gratitude for the Lord’s gift to us of free choice.
That gift of choice remains with us and will ever be ours.
What will you to today to manifest that gift? What choices will you make? What attitude will you choose to utilize? How will you choose to use each of the gifts the Lord has given you? Will you choose to be grateful for your gifts?
We each have those choices that are ours to make every day!
I hope that you will make the choices that serve you, the world, and heaven best!
I hope you enjoy today’s story!:
The Seeker of Truth
After years of searching, the seeker was told to go to a cave, in which he would find a well. ‘Ask the well what is truth’, he was advised, ‘and the well will reveal it to you’. Having found the well, the seeker asked that most fundamental question. And from the depths came the answer, ‘Go to the village crossroad: there you shall find what you are seeking’.
Full of hope and anticipation the man ran to the crossroad to find only three rather uninteresting shops. One shop was selling pieces of metal, another sold wood, and thin wires were for sale in the third. Nothing and no one there seemed to have much to do with the revelation of truth.
Disappointed, the seeker returned to the well to demand an explanation, but he was told only, ‘You will understand in the future.’ When the man protested, all he got in return were the echoes of his own shouts. Indignant for having been made a fool of – or so he thought at the time – the seeker continued his wanderings in search of truth. As years went by, the memory of his experience at the well gradually faded until one night, while he was walking in the moonlight, the sound of sitar music caught his attention. It was wonderful music and it was played with great mastery and inspiration.
Profoundly moved, the truth seeker felt drawn towards the player. He looked at the fingers dancing over the strings. He became aware of the sitar itself. And then suddenly he exploded in a cry of joyous recognition: the sitar was made out of wires and pieces of metal and wood just like those he had once seen in the three stores and had thought it to be without any particular significance.
At last he understood the message of the well: we have already been given everything we need: our task is to assemble and use it in the appropriate way. Nothing is meaningful so long as we perceive only separate fragments. But as soon as the fragments come together into a synthesis, a new entity emerges, whose nature we could not have foreseen by considering the fragments alone.
Story shared from the following website: http://www.rogerdarlington.me.uk/stories.html#Story22
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