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   A cat was so faithful
   that the woman
   could leave her baby
   with it & go out to
   attend other matters.
   She always returned
   to find the child
   soundly asleep with
   the cat faithfully
   watching over him.

   One day something
   tragic happened. The
   woman as usual, left
   the baby in the "hands"
   of this faithful cat
   and went out shopping.
   When she returned,
   she discovered rather
   a nasty scene, there
   was a total mess.

   The baby's cot was
   dismantled; his nappies
   and clothes torn to
   shreds with blood
   stains all over the
   bedroom where she
   left the child & the cat.
   Shocked, the woman
   wailed as she began
   looking for the baby.

   All of a sudden, she
   saw the faithful cat
   emerging from under
   the bed. It was covered
   with blood and licking
   its mouth as it had
   just finished a
   delicious meal.

   The woman went
   berserk & assumed
   that the cat had
   devoured her baby.

   Without much thought
   she beat the cat with
   a wood to death.

   But as she continued
   searching for the
   "remains" of her child,
   she beheld another
   scene. Close to the bed
   was the baby, who
   although lying bare
   on the floor, was safe
   and under the bed
   the body of a snake
   torn to pieces in what
   must have been a
   fierce battle between
   it and the cat, which
   was now dead.

   Then reality dawned on
   the woman who now
   began to understand
   what took place in her
   absence. The cat fought to
   protect the baby from
   the ravenous snake.

   It was too late for
   her now to make
   amends because in
   her impatience and
   anger, she had killed
   the faithful cat.

   How often have we
   misjudged people and
   "torn them to shreds"
   "with harsh words and"
   deeds before we have
   had time to evaluate
   the situation?
   It is called

     SIN OF PRESUMPTION

  *Presuming things our*
  *way without taking the*
  trouble to find out exactly
  what the situation really is.

   Little patience can
   drastically reduce major
   life long mistakes.

 "Who Are you misjudging
   right now. Don't think,"
 "what you think others
   are thinking."

   Take time to get the
   whole truth. Please be
   patient with people,
   lest you live to regret
   your actions against
   them.

   Be quick to hear but
   slow to respond and
   become angry
    (James 1:19-27).


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"Impatience leads to War, due to lack of Understanding."

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