Waiting Room Views

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Over the past five years I’ve been in a lot of ER waiting rooms. In 2017-2018 alone, I saw those walls at least 25 times.

Honestly, I’ve now stopped counting. 

But even before being diagnosed, I’ve had to sit and wait. 

Sometimes for me. Sometimes with loved ones. And yes, I’ve even sat beside friends to give them strength while they waited. 

I know for me, when I come in I look around and check things out of where to sit. 

I stay away from anyone with a vomit bag. 

If they are hacking and coughing...nope. Passing them by. 

And the list goes on. I mean let’s face it. It’s not a place to be if your immune system is a bit compromised. 

But even then, I’m drawn to those same people around me who are hurting and scared. 

I remember one time there was a young couple with a baby. She was about six months old and so fussy. You could tell Mom’s patience was wearing a bit thin. So I did what any grandma would do. I asked if I could hold her for a minute and pray for her. Mom looked at Dad and an agreement was made.

Baby was handed to me. As soon as she came into my arms, she stopped crying and just looked up at me with wide curious eyes. I started praying for her in a normal talking voice. Just me having a conversation with my Father and asking a favor. I talked about His plans for this little one. For her Mom and Dad. And I asked God to take away her fever and the source of the fever. 

I said amen. She giggled and reached for my earrings. 

I handed her back to Mom and told her “Thank you.” She replied in broken English, “bless you!”

Mom and Dad looked at baby again. She took out a thermometer and placed it in her ear.  Mom looked at it and showed her husband. He smiled. 

They gathered up their various bags, blankets, and stood up. Mom looked at me and said, “She’s healed. We are going home now.”

Waiting Room Church. 

I’ve had more conversations in a waiting room than I can even remember. If you listen long enough while you sit there, you can hear God’s heartbeat. He’s there. 

With as much time as I spend in the waiting rooms, I’m glad. 

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