A very simple sight: just some farm wagons laden with corn—food for the starving household. It was these wagons turning into the courtyard that raised the fast-falling hopes of Jacob to expectancy. They remind me of other wagons laden and sent by another One greater than Joseph, even our Lord Jesus Christ.

These wagons of His are a great stimulus to our faith. They come unseen to us in our hours of darkness—when our hopes are dashed to the ground. Yes, when we are in the awful grips of spiritual starvation, how blessed are these wagons as they are seen approaching! Lift up your eyes! Look out for them! When they come, they will not be empty! You will be fed and nourished with the choicest of His stores.

“Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits” (Psalm 68:19 KJV).

“All these things are against me!” Yet those things, Those very things, were God’s machinery For working out your heart’s imaginings, For turning hope to blessed certainty.

Oh, man who walked by sight, You should have known the darkest hour of night Is just before the earliest streak of gray. Your wagons, all the time, were on their way!

Faith? Yes, but with a flaw. Here was a man who trusted when he saw! And yet, The Holy One has set His name beside two men of saintly will, And calls Himself the “God of Jacob” still!

That you and I, Lacking in faith, maybe, or gentleness May yet stretch out weak hands of hopelessness, And find the God of Jacob very nigh.

Oh, sorrowful soul! Trust just a little longer. Who knows, but o’er your bare, brown hill The wagons may be coming nearer still?

Give faith a chance. For soon, how soon it may Give place to sight; and then Never again Will you have opportunity to show That you can trust, albeit you cannot know.

FAY INCHFAWN