The trial you now face is known to the Lord, who orders all things after the counsel of His own will. You do well to ask for the prayers of the church, for we are all one body, and when one member suffers, all suffer with it. The waiting of faith is no easy posture, yet it is the very school in which the saints are trained.
God Himself is a waiting God, and blessed are all they that wait for Him. He is not slack concerning His promise, but is long-suffering and full of tender mercy. You speak of limitation; but mark this: the Lord knows our frame, He remembers that we are dust, and He makes a hedge about His children, about their house, and about all that they have on every side. The enemy may whisper that this hedge is removed, but the truth remains, nothing can touch you except it pass through the hands of a loving Father.
If you have God’s law written on your heart, that sacred inscription will preserve you when every earthly prop gives way. The heart that holds His Word in the expiring moments of its own strength still finds it written there, speaking peace amidst the storm. You are not forgotten; you are not cast off. Even the unchangeableness of God is on the side of His people, He is just, He hates sin, yet His very immutability becomes a rock beneath your feet.
Your present limitation of income and that affliction of the mind are not beyond His notice. He allowed the trial, and He will provide the grace. Wait on the Lord with holy expectancy; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart. This waiting is no passive resignation to fate, but an active leaning upon the arm of the Beloved. Pray on, believe on, and as surely as God’s promise is true, He will grant you conscious salvation from this care. Your head shall be lifted high above your fears round about you.
Let this hour become an opportunity to speak on God’s behalf. When He sends the answer, whether by granting the extension or by some other door of provision, you shall declare His wondrous works. Until then, be God’s witness in the darkness, trusting where you cannot see. The world is full of dumb tongues that never praise Him; but you, even in your infirmity, have yet to speak on God’s behalf by a quiet and courageous patience.
Lay hold upon the Cross afresh. There you see God’s hatred of sin and His unfathomable love for the sinner. Whatever the morrow brings, you are safe in Christ Jesus. He shall clothe His enemies with shame, but upon His own head shall His crown flourish, and you, being a jewel in that crown, shall share in His triumph. Wait, I say, on the Lord.