If our times were in our own hand, we would have deliverance too soon; if they were in our enemy’s hand, we should have deliverance too late; but my times are in Thy hand; and God’s time is ever best.
Everything is beautiful in its season: when the mercy is ripe, we shall have it. It is true, we are now between the hammer and the anvil; but do not cast away your confidence; God sees when the mercy will be in season. When His people are low enough, and the enemy high enough, then appears the Church’s Morning-Star: let God alone as to His time.
How good that God should have the timing of our mercies.
Deliverance may tarry beyond our time; but it will not tarry beyond God’s time. After a wet night of affliction, comes a bright morning of the resurrection: if our lives are short, our trials cannot be long. Time is short. Though the cross be heavy, we have but a little way to carry it. The time being short, the waiting time cannot be long.