“No; it is only not wise. It spoils to-day, and to-day is too good to be spoiled. God has made to-day for us, and we slight his gift by passing it by and trying to find out the things that will happen to us to-morrow. Suppose you would not read the children’s books Cousin Don sent you, but coax him to give you grown-up books.” “I couldn’t be so mean,” said Judith warmly. “But questions do come to us, wonders about our grown-up time. Is it not trusting God more to wait for His answers?” “Oh, yes, I _am_ waiting—unless I can find a way—like that way—to find out.” “That is not God’s way; he never told us to find out his will that way. When he said, ‘And it came to pass,’ it was about something that had happened, not about something that will happen; and about someone else, and not about you. The Bible was not written to tell us such things.” “But I didn’t know that really,” said Judith, miserable, and ready to cry. “That was a mistake, not a sin. We all make mistakes before we know better. If you should do so again, it would be a sin, because now you know better.” “But people did cast lots in Bible times. Don’t you know about finding out about another disciple to make up the twelve after Judas killed himself? I read that to you this morning.” “Yes, I remember that. Casting lots was one of God’s ways in old times to discover his will. The lot was cast into the lap, and the disposal thereof was of the Lord. They knew God was willing for them to cast lots.” “Yes,” said Judith, in her intelligent voice. “And this, I just thought of it. That time about choosing another disciple was the last time. After the Holy Spirit was given there was no need; the Holy Spirit always reveals the will of God.” Judith’s eyes grew dull; she could not understand; she felt dimly that she had done wrong in not trusting God to tell her about her “wish” in his own way. “Whenever, in all your life to come, a question about your future comes to you, a longing to know about something that may happen to you, or may not happen—but I should not say that; I should say about something God may will to give you, or may will to keep from you, say this to yourself: I need not think about it; God knows all about it, for he _makes_ it; he will tell me as soon as he wants me to know.” “Yes,” said Judith, with a child’s confidence. “After that, it would be not only ‘silly,’ but faithless to think about it. Every day brings its own answer; your daily bread and God’s daily will come together; his bread gives us strength to do his will. Will mother’s little girl remember?” “Yes,” said Judith gravely; “and when you see me forgetting you must remind me. Will it be wrong if I say ‘daily will’ when I say ‘daily bread’?” “Not wrong,” answered her mother, smiling, “only that it comes in the prayer before daily bread.” “Does it?” “Repeat it and see.”