How brilliant it was to think about these words on Sunday.
Yesterday I was waiting for a bus. Maybe my eyes played tricks on me but I thought I saw one coming in the far distance of a straight road where I was waiting. I was wrong. It wasn't a bus but a truck.
Yesterday I was waiting for a bus. Maybe my eyes played tricks on me but I thought I saw one coming in the far distance of a straight road where I was waiting. I was wrong. It wasn't a bus but a truck.
So did I stop waiting? Of course not. I trusted that, with no sight of it, a bus would come. We must learn to trust if we are to wait upon the Lord and be made new.
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