|"There is a river whose streams make glad|
the City of God, the holy place
where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall!"
One night, however, a fierce storm arose, and the hill where the castle sat was struck with the fury of the violent wind. The baron looked out his doorway on the terror of the wind, and the wind harp was filling the air with melodies that rang out even above the noise of the storm. It had taken a fierce storm to produce the music!
Haven't we all known people whose lives have never produced any pleasing music during their days of calm prosperity but who, when fierce winds have blown across their lives, have astonished us by the power and beauty of their music?
Count on God to make the "later on" of difficulties a thousand times richer and better than the present, if we overcome them correctly.
"No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but rather painful.
Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness
and peace for those who have been trained by it!"
What a yield!