Sitting in God’s waiting room can be the most difficult place. Your mind and heart race in a thousand different directions, but in fact there is no action to take except to sit and wait, that is, no action except prayer, which is no small thing. It is necessary to remember, however, that just because our activity is limited, there is nevertheless a great deal of activity happening. It is divine activity, unseen to the human eye, but real nonetheless. If you happen to find your self in God’s waiting room, waiting, praying, seeking, read the following poem by A.M. Overton titled He Makes No Mistake:
My Father’s way may twist and turn,
my heart may throb and ache,
but in my soul I am glad to know,
he makes not mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
my hopes may fade away,
but still I’ll trust my Lord to lead,
for he doth know the way.
Though night be dark and it may seem,
that day will never break,
I’ll pin my faith,
My all in Him,
he makes no mistake.
There is so much now I cannot see,
my eyesight is far too dim;
but come what may, I’ll surely trust,
and leave it all to him.
For by and by the mist will lift,
and plain it all he’ll make;
though all the way, though dark to me,
he made not one mistake.