The morning sun rays faded a little and the sky looked dark. But the weather couldn’t bother the milkmaid, as she looked happy today. Everyday was an adventure to her. As usual, she had been to the meadow to milk her cows and she was now returning home with a big pail of creamy white milk in her head. Everyone in the village would get milk today, she thought. She walked carefully watching her footsteps. She then, hummed a tune and looked up at the sky and could sense the raindrops falling in her head. Quickly she ran and hid under a big tree with her pail of milk. But in the process, her leg abruptly hit a rock and the milk fell and crashed into the ground. Her happy face now became sad. She lost all her mirth. “What will I do now? The villagers have to go without milk and it’s my entire fault. How will I face the villagers?” she cried. She kept crying for some time and then suddenly she thought about the parting words of her mother.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths"
She closed her eyes and prayed to God and asked him to help her. Then she slowly got up to move when she saw a boy with a pot in his head coming from a distance, in the rain. He came near and spoke. “Auntie, we had a party in our house and a lot of milk was left over. I was searching for someone to give it to. Will you take it?”
The milkmaid smiled. She thanked the boy and took the pot of milk. There were tears of joy in her face. God’s ways are certainly unique, she thought. Slowly she took the milk and she began to walk to the village. The rain had stopped and the sun shone brightly in the sky.