Let not your hearts be troubled
A farmer in the North of Ireland had only one son. He was 25 and was interned for being a member of the IRA.
The farmer wrote to his son in prison and said he missed him very much as he had no one to plant the potatoes in the back field. He himself was now too old. The son wrote back saying, for goodness sake don’t touch the back field that is where I hid the guns.
The following night three truck loads of British army soldiers rolled up to the farm and spent the night digging the back field. They found nothing. The farmer wrote again to his son telling him what had happened and saying he did not understand it.
The son wrote back saying “now you can plant the potatoes”.
Moral
Our Father God has foreseen everything.
