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You have been taking a long and wearisome railroad journey. For hours you have been traveling through the dust and heat. You are nearing home, and brook with impatience each delay. At midnight you are awakened by the slowing of your train. It bumps, jars and creaks, and finally comes to a standstill. You wait, and wait. You peer out the gloom with your face pressed against the car window. Five, ten, twenty minutes pass. Still all is quiet with no sign of a move. You drum at the window pane. You turn wearily in your seat. You wonder when the weary wait will end.
Presently there is a sound in the distance. The rattle and clatter come nearer. Then there is a rush, a roar, the red glare of a great fiery eye and the monster engine and its trail of coaches sweeps by you in an instant and is swallowed up in the encircling darkness.
You have waited long. Now you can see. You see in a vision the awful death which would have come to you had you gone on. You see the wise forethought which kept you waiting on the track. The only safe thing to do was to have waited. Had you gone on it would have been to the the wreckage and death of a fiery collision.
Is your heart there and your body here? Are you eager for service and yet hindered on every side? Is the horizon of life so narrowed by circumstances as to become almost unbearable? Then God's waiting time is best for you.
Wait - and you will see barriers razed. Wait - and you will see circumstances change. Wait - and you will see God bringing things to pass beyond all of your dreams. Wait and you shall see.
For "He worketh for him that waits for Him."
From Joy Haney's "Blessings of the Prison".
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