To lengthen my patience, is the best way to shorten my troubles; and to lessen my patience, is the speediest way to lengthen my pain.
I am my own foe if I offer to limit God. He is sure, though, to my depraved flesh, he be slow. ‘I shall reap in time, if I faint not.’ My God never fails of coming at his own time, the best time, though he seldom comes at our time. … Though it tarry, it will surely come; it will not tarry one moment beyond God’s time.
Adapted from The Works of George Swinnock, 2:147.