Learning the Lesson of Patience

One morning last summer I seemed to have a great sense of depression and discouragement. The day was sunny and most beautiful, but I felt as dark as possible, and went about my usual duties in a mood anything but joyous. When these duties were finished I sat down to study my Sunday lesson, but, instead, I found that I was sitting idly, thinking of myself.

For some time I had been trying so hard to bring out a particular demonstration, and not only did I seem farther than ever from the desired result, but error was trying to make me think that it was of no use to keep on; that I had tried in the best was I knew, and nothing seemed to have been accomplished. That I had better own myself defeated.

I opened my books almost perfunctorily. As I looked, the Bible was opened at Psalms, and my eyes rested on the fourth verse of the one hundredth Psalm, "Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise." At once I felt the rebuke, and my awakening came. How could I expect a happy, harmonious result when the very beginning of my work had been at fault. I was given explicit directions how to "enter," and I had failed at the first test.

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