Much goes on while you wait. Like baby birds with opens mouths, we grovel for morsels of hope from medical the staff.
“Is he going to be alright?” “Tell us something.” “Is it cancer?”
The staff passes by.
The clocks stand still. The coffee gets cold. The seating becomes unbearable.
You see their faces. Blank stares, Explosion of tears, then the cry, “Oh God.” Elderly patients sit confused. Children fidget. Unfamiliar jargon jumbles our thinking. God speaks, but we find ourselves deafened by fear, bitterness, or pain.
While you wait, your mind goes into high gear analyzing monitors filled with data. Your heart paces with each reading and you question whether this “healing place” was equipped for the task. You wait for God to whisper, “Peace, be still,” at the storm within.
Family members gather. Spouses exchange a kiss, a hug, and squeeze each other’s hands. Tears are held in suspense. You are not sure if that is for you, the family, or the one dying. You exchange “I love you” and discover how rare that expression had been. A lifetime floods your mind with regrets of opportunities missed. You wait hoping, praying.
Where is God? He is there, moving heaven and earth to reach you.
Much goes on while you wait.
“Our soul waits for the LORD; he is our help and our shield.” Psalm 33:20