The waiting room

Recently, life has been about the waiting room

“Next! Not you.”
“You can return tomorrow”

This waiting room is full of people with various ailments
Some basking in the length of time it takes to meet the good doctor and others like you and I

You and I came for a cure but we cannot afford the hospital bill paid with patience
You and I are growing weary of how much time we’re spending here when we could be there

The waiting room is not kind to you and I
Everyone picks up how tense we are
The staff use our impatience to taunt us
And perhaps promise under their breathe to never work with us

So are we in God’s waiting room
Weary and impatient
Concerned about time and who is served first

We lack the mentality of the man who walks into the waiting room ready to wait

We walk into the waiting room with failing ventricles and a paling body ready to give in if the doctor performs no miracle in the nick of time

But we have a faithful God
Your patience is met with the utmost diligent service
He resuscitates your spirit
And sucks out the blood trying to clog his word
He lays you down to recover so that you may live to tell the story of your savior