Yesterday, I sat with my son in the pediatrician's office. We waited for 55 minutes for them to call our name. 55 minutes past our scheduled appointment. Then we waited in the examination for at least another 20 minutes before we saw the doctor. (Did I mention my son is 2 years old?)
Upon entering the room, the doctor's first words were "I'm so sorry you had to wait so long". True to my southern upbriging my reply was "It's okay."
But the doctor felt differently, "No, it's not. That's too long to wait!" Actually, she was echoing my true feelings. I HATED waiting. Especially in a room of sick children, breathing their sick germs all over my baby! (Insert Oscar performance here).
But I answered, "But we survived!" The doctor laughed and we got on with the exam.
When I got home, I thought about the waiting. And I thought about something I heard on TV. Some people in the Bible were healed or delivered immediately. Others were healed "as they went". The woman on TV talked about her "wenting"....being healed as she went on with her life. I so often pray to God for immediate healing and immediate miracles, and I do believe He can do it. But often He chooses the "wenting" for my life. As hard as it is sometimes, I am thankful He chose it that way. I am no longer the person I once was. I learn alot in the "wenting".
I pray God opens my eyes to all the miracles He has for me...the ones I pray for and the ones I didn't even know I wanted.
S- LOVE that you are blogging...and you are right about the waiting...It is hard, but usually serves a purpose (although those peds waits are hard to find much purpose in!!)
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