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A good many years ago there was a boy growing up in a home of poverty, with no advantages. He was long and lank and awkward, a most ungainly boy. He would lie on the earthen floor at night, when the day’s work was done, reading by the dim firelight. There seemed little hope that the boy would ever be a man of power. But the years pass, and we see him President of the United States. One day we see him taking a pen and signing a paper which sets free three millions of slaves, and writes the name of Lincoln among the immortal names.
Just go on with your daily tasks, doing the best you can in your circumstances, and wait for God’s time. It takes months for the apple to grow mellow and sweet on the tree. If you are a disciple of Christ, God is going to make something very beautiful, very noble out of your life, when his work on it is finished. You will not always be struggling with faults, fainting under infirmities, bowing beneath burdens, striving in vain against difficulties. It doth not yet appear what you will be; but there is glory in reserve for you, if only you are faithful.