December 19

And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in Thee. — Ps 39:7

O Lord, be gracious unto us; we have waited for Thee. — Isa 33:2

He never comes too late;
He knoweth what is best;
Vex not thyself in vain;
Until He cometh, rest.
—B. T.

We make mistakes, or what we call such. The nature that could fall into such mistake exactly needs, and in the goodness of the dear God is given, the living of it out, And beyond this, I believe more. That in the pure and patient living of it out we come to find that we have fallen, not into hopeless confusion of our own wild, ignorant making; but that the finger of God has been at work among our lines, and that the emerging is into His blessed order; that He is forever making up for us our own undoings; that He makes them up beforehand; that He evermore restoreth our souls. —A. D. T. WHITNEY.

THE Lord knows how to make stepping-stones for us of our defects, even; it is what He lets them be for. He remembereth—He remembered in the making—that we are but dust; the dust of earth, that He chose to make something little lower than the angels out of.
—A. D. T. WHITNEY.