Waiting. . .waiting. Mom is back in the ER with pneumonia and possibly a blood clot. And we’re waiting.
When someone you love is in the hospital, it’s URGENT. An EMERGENCY. You want help. Answers. ASAP.
Watching your loved one suffer, knowing they’re in pain, you expect the experts to DO SOMETHING.
You’re out of ideas. Your bag of tricks is empty. There’s nothing more you can do, so you run for help.
Waiting is Frustrating and Exhausting
No matter how many times I go with someone to the hospital, the ER, Urgent Care–and I cannot count how many times that’s been over the last twenty years–I am always surprised and frustrated at how s…………..l…………….o…………………….w……………….l……………y everything gets done. How much time we spend waiting.
Waiting for a bed. A doctor or a nurse or an aide or a specialist. Waiting for a room. A test. The test result.
Sitting and waiting is exhausting.
I wonder, How long can I wait? When will this end?
God’s Solution to Waiting
God whispers to me,
Do you not know? Have you not heard?
The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth
Does not become tired or grow weary;
There is no searching of His understanding. Isaiah 40:28 AMP
He may not grow tired or weary, but what about me?
And He whispers again,
How do I Keep Waiting, God?
How? I ask.
Even youths grow weary and tired,
And vigorous young men stumble badly,
But those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him]
Will gain new strength and renew their power;
They will lift up their wings [and rise up close to God] like eagles [rising toward the sun];
They will run and not become weary,
They will walk and not grow tired. Isaiah 40:30-31 AMP
Waiting is the Answer
The very thing I find exhausting–waiting–is the answer. As long as I wait for the right thing. Doctors? Test results? Those drain me. Instead, wait on the Lord. Expect Him. Look for Him. Hope in Him.
Faith in Him. His plan, His way, His time, gives me strength. Renews my power.
The time I spend waiting on doctors and test results can be used to pray. He hears. He listens. Am I listening to Him?
Waiting Let’s Me Soar
When I pulled into the hospital parking lot today, I stopped for a moment to admire the sky. Storm clouds were being whisked out of the way by the wind. Soaring in circles were a group of birds–hawks or crows–flying higher and higher, rising toward the sun. Using the wind to soar, wings stretched, it seemed effortless. They weren’t held back, wondering how or why or when.
The birds let the wind do the work. God does not grow weary or become tired. He is my wind.
If I don’t let how, or why, or when hold me back, if I stop depending on my timetable and my solutions, I can keep going. God strengthens me. Enough so I can keep going. I can run my race with perseverance–here at the hospital or during that stressful, overwhelming day at work, in any circumstance–with strength and power.
His, not mine.
That is how I soar.