Waiting on God is that kind of laboring confidence among farmers. The farmer goes on in a dry and barren season, when the land is parched, still plowing his field and tilling his soil, but with a look now and then toward the skies, sure that the heavens will keep faith with this labor, that the rains will come to water the earth and to nurture the plants. This waiting on God is that of which the psalmist speaks when his soul is rocked by the attacks of his enemies, when he is besieged by those who hate him, and when his soul’s gates are being battered by a relentless enemy who presses ever closer to deliver the telling blow, the mortal thrust. “I had fainted unless I had believed to see the Lord in the land of the living.”
There are mysterious energies loosed when a soul takes a high road and walks therein, no matter how steep the way becomes or how hot and fretful the journey. It is the testimony of every soul who has dared to live for the purposes of God, whether in places of public notice or in the places of obscurity, that an indescribable strength comes to match the task. So, take heart! God is nigh! Keep your aims high! Never mind how long and hot and winding and impossible the way may seem on which you have been called to walk. There is a mercy which will attend your path and a power that will sustain your journey. An oft-hurt people have a song out of their sorrow.