Blessed are all they that wait for Him!

(Isa 30:18)





 I wait for the Lord,

my soul doth wait,

and in His Word do I hope.

 My soul waiteth for the Lord

more than they that watch for the morning:

I say,

more than they that watch for the morning!

(Psalm 130:5-6)







We hear a great deal about waiting on God.

There is, however, another side.

When we wait on God,

He is waiting till we are ready;

When we wait for God, we are waiting till He is ready.

 A petition presented before God is like a seed dropped in the ground.

Forces above and beyond our control

must work upon it,

Till the true fruition of the answer is given.

The Still Small Voice



Rest in the LORD,

and wait patiently for Him:

fret not thyself because of him

who prospereth in his way,

because of the man

who bringeth wicked devices to pass.

(Psalm 37:7)





I longed to walk along an easy road,

And leave behind the dull routine of home,

Thinking in other fields to serve my God;

But Jesus said,

My time has not yet come.”





I longed to sow the seed in other soil,

To be unfettered in the work, and free,

To join with other laborers in their toil;

But Jesus said,

“Tis not My choice for thee.”




I longed to leave the desert, and be led

To work where souls were sunk in sin and shame,

That I might win them;

but the Master said,

“I have not called thee,

publish here My name.”




I longed to fight the battles of my King,

Lift high His standards in the thickest strife;

But my great Captain bade me wait and sing

Songs of His conquests

in my quiet life.





I longed to leave the uncongenial sphere,

Where all alone I seemed to stand and wait,

To feel I had some human helper near,

But Jesus bade me guard one lonely gate.








I longed to leave the round of daily toil,

Where no one seemed to understand or care;

But Jesus said,

“I choose for thee this soil,

That thou might’st raise for Me some blossoms rare.”








And now I have no longing but to do

At home, or else afar,

His blessed will,

To work amid the many or the few;


“choosing not to choose,”

my heart is still.







“And Patience was willing to wait.”

Pilgrim’s Progress




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