Have you ever prayed for something big… and felt like nothing happened?
Let me tell you a story.
🍃 The Man Who Asked for Gold – A Tale of Hidden Strength
Once upon a time, in a quiet mountain village, there lived a humble man named Arun. He was a potter by trade, shaping clay with care and selling his wares in the village square. But inside, Arun carried a fire. He longed for more not for fame, but for a golden blessing he believed would change his life and the lives of those around him.
Every night, Arun knelt before the stars and whispered the same prayer, “Dear God, grant me a basket of gold. Not for luxury, but for purpose.”
He believed. He trusted. And he waited.
One morning, as the mist still clung to the earth and the birds had just begun to sing, Arun was stirred by a soft voice in his spirit. It was calm but certain.
“Go to the field beyond the hill,” it said. “There, plant bamboo.”
Arun blinked. Bamboo?
He asked for gold, not grass. But something about the whisper felt divine. And so, confused but faithful, he obeyed.
He tilled the soil with his calloused hands, sowed the bamboo seeds, and began the long wait.
Day after day, he watered the patch. He spoke to it. He protected it from wind and wandering goats. Yet, the earth remained bare.
Months passed. Then years. His neighbours mocked him.
“Still praying to grass?”
“Even weeds have more ambition!”
Even his own heart trembled. Had he misunderstood the voice? Was it all in vain?
But Arun kept watering.
Then after five long, silent years a single sprout pushed through the soil.
Then another. And within six weeks, the bamboo soared over 80 feet into the sky, forming a magnificent forest.
Stunned, Arun fell to his knees. And the voice returned:
“Now, take the bamboo… and make a basket. Because the gold I’m about to pour into your life needs something strong to hold it.”
Tears welled in Arun’s eyes. He understood now.
You see, all those years, the bamboo wasn’t growing upward it was growing downward. Its roots were reaching deep, forming a powerful foundation, hidden from sight.
And so it was with Arun. While the world saw failure, he was becoming stronger.
While the soil looked empty, his spirit was being prepared.
He built a basket, tall and wide, woven from the very bamboo he once doubted. And one day, gold came not just in coins, but in blessings, in opportunities, in purpose far greater than he imagined.
He helped his village. He built schools. He gave work to those who laughed at him. And his story spread far and wide, not just as a tale of gold, but as a lesson in patience, trust, and unseen growth.
So if you’re still waiting for your gold…
Keep watering your soil.
Because sometimes, the roots must grow deep… before your destiny grows tall. 🌱
