Train-ride reads.

"I took the rest and stillness
From His own Hand,
And felt this present illness
Was what He planned.
How often we choose labour,
When He says 'Rest'--
Our ways are blinded and crooked;
His way is best.

The work Himself has given,
He will complete.
There may be other errands
For tired feet;
There may be other duties
For tired hands,
The present, is obedience
To His commands.

There is a blessed resting
In lying still,
In letting His hand mould us,
Just as He will.
His work must be completed
His lesson set;
He is the higher Workman:
Do not forget!

We are but under-workmen;
They never choose
If this tool or if that one
Their hands shall use.
In working or in waiting
May we fulfil
Not ours all, but only
The Maker's will"

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Travelling time has been made so enjoyable with the occasional company of newly made acquaintances and the majority of time spent on reading essays and texts that are so uplifting.
While I'm moving around in a place still very new to me,
I go in the peace of knowing I don't go alone,
For in His hands I will always be.