The Waiting Room

Last week I had to go to the Doctor’s office for a consult and it was a very interesting experience. See I went to the appointment got there a little earlier waiting in the waiting room as normal and then got called by the nurse to go to the patient room. As routine is she would check my pressure ask some basic questions and then say “Okay well the doctor will be with you in just a bit”. So I waited and waited, I had my phone to keep me entertained for a bit. Checking social media – Twitter, Instagram, facebook and even Pinterest. Twenty minutes passed, no Doctor, It had been a long couple of days and I even contemplated taking a nap but that would be awkward. I just had a feeling that as soon as I started falling asleep the doctor was going to walk in. Forty minutes passed and all this time I could hear things happening outside my room. People giggling, "congratulations" being said, people walking, papers being tousled, paper sheets being changed in other rooms, doors opening and closing. Yet no one came to my room, to my door. I even stepped outside at one point and asked the nurse if they had forgotten about me. She said no you're next so I went back and waiting some more, heard some more people leaving giggles and changes.

The feeling was all too familiar for some reasons. See for the last, I would say 2-3 years I feel like I've been in God's waiting room. Hearing all the noise going on outside. By noises outside I mean friends getting engaged and married having babies, friends moving and having adventures, People growing in their careers and achieving their dreams. Yet I’m sitting by myself in that small room looking at the walls, trying to keep busy and or distracted until God comes in. I've opened the doors many times asking God if he remembers that I’m here, in the room waiting.

After almost 60 minutes of waiting my doctor finally came into the room. She asked a few questions, we discussed a few things, and then she said, “Okay well lets get some tests done”. Next thing I know she is taking me to another room to get the tests done and then off to the lab for some blood work. After all the time spent waiting there was actually some work being done and eventually, in a week to be exact we would have some results and certain questions would be answered.  

I don’t know if my “waiting room” feelings in regards to God and this season of my life are right or not. I do realize now that God is speaking to my heart. I also know  I've been hearing about waiting and how to wait right lately, and my ears are open and I’m applying it as best as I can to my life. Yet I hope that just as the doctor did eventually came in and got things moving and done. God will also come and say, “Let’s do this”.