Waiting On Godনমুনা

I spend a lot of time in waiting rooms. In fact, I’m writing this from the waiting room where I spend six hours every week waiting for my daughter to finish various therapies. And it’s an interesting place to be. We all sit in the same blue and orange chairs, pull out our white headphones, open our laptops, and wait-- for the session to finish, for milestones to be reached. Sometimes, we plug in each other’s chargers or comment on conversations we were pretending not to overhear. We wait together; we wait separately. Because even though we go through similar things, there is no one else sitting in my chair, waiting exactly as I wait. But, it’s a funny thing that God does-- even while I feel Him sanding down my soul with each tick of the clock, He surrounds me. He surrounds me even here, in the dullness of waiting. I look up and accidentally catch the eye of a stranger. She gives me a quick, knowing smile. And I know she really sees me. She gets it. In a million little mercies, He surrounds me with Himself. I breathe in His compassion, and He renews my strength.