The Race
by C. T. Studd

Now allow me to give you one word of advice against hasty decisions. All things come to him who waits; the race is to the sure rather than the swift. This year the Grand National was won not by the swiftest horse but by the only one not to fall. If God has hold of us, we shall not be late on either the starting or winning posts. Let us keep our hands off the reins. I have seen enough results of making haste to make me sure that the only wise way is to fling the reins, so to speak, on God’s neck and see how He will bring His own plans to pass in His own way and time. When the devil can’t make us slothful, he tries the other dodge of pushing us too fast so that we are marching in front instead of with Jesus.