The Piece of Bread That Fell Wrong Side Up

We all have a tendency to believe in 'Murphy's Law': that everything we do will turn out wrong. Jean Claude Carriere has an interesting story about precisely that feeling.
A man was quietly eating his breakfast. Suddenly, the peace of bread that he had just spread with butter fell to the ground. Imagine his surprise when he looked down and saw that it had landed buttered side up! The man thought he had witnessed a miracle. Excited, he went to tell his friends what happened, and they were all amazed; because when a piece of bread fall on the floor, it nearly always lands buttered side down, making a mess of everything.
'Perhaps you're a saint,' one friend said. 'And this is a sign from God.'
Soon the whole village knew, and they all started animatedly discussing the incident: how was is that, against all expectations, the man's slice of bread had fallen on the floor buttered side up? Since no one could come up with a credible answer, they went to see a Teacher, who lived nearby and told him the story.
The Teacher requested that he be given one night to pray, reflect, and seek divine inspiration. The following day, they all returned, eager for an answer.
'It's quite simple really,' said the Teacher. 'The fact is that the piece of bread fell exactly as it should have fallen, but the butter had been spread on the wrong side.'

(Paulo Coelho, Like The Flowing River)


remember there's always two sides for everything.

Have a great Monday!

do not be afraid

just when you thought you were alone, when you think you can't do it anymore, always remember.

Do not be afraid, for I have redeemed you
I have call you by your name, you are mine

When you walk through the waters I'll be with you
You will never sink beneath the waves

When the fire is burning all around you
You will never be consumed by the flames

Do not be afraid, for I have redeemed you
I have call you by your name, you are mine

When the fear of loneliness is looming
then remember I am at your side

When you dwell in the exile of the stranger
remember you are precious in my eyes

Do not be afraid, for I have redeemed you
I have call you by your name , you are mine

You are mine, O my child, I am your Father
and I love you with a perfect love.