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But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31, KJV)

THE HARD PART

“I’ll be waiting for you,” the woman said into her cell phone. “Yes, the ambulance should be here soon.” She heaved a sigh. “I know, honey. I pray Daddy will be okay as well.” Her body collapsed into the molded plastic chair of the waiting room with the weariness I knew only too well.

I hadn’t been eavesdropping, but the waiting room outside the ER at Crozer Medical Center echoed and was unusually empty on this Saturday night. From my own molded plastic chair across the aisle, I had made a similar phone call to my daughter just moments before. In the meantime, I waited and picked up my knitting project from what Bonnie and I called our “go-bags”. We’d been doing hospital runs for years. Waiting was always the hardest part.

LIKE AN EAGLE

The prophet Isaiah knew something about waiting. Isaiah 40:31 says “they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength”. These words were meant to comfort the people of Israel who had been displaced from their homes and exiled from the Temple. Waiting was not a time to wring hands and moan, but a time to exercise faith that God would, in the right time, act.

That’s not to say that waiting is easy. Anyone who’s ever sat in a hospital waiting room knows the challenge of the task! But let’s think of the next part of the verse: “They shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint” Eagles know a thing or two about storms. Have you ever seen an eagle soaring up into the sky and wondered why? God has provided eagles with the ability to know that a storm is coming on; the eagle will allow the winds of the storm to lift it up to a higher spot. It doesn’t ESCAPE the storm but uses the tempest of the storm to lift it higher.

And higher.

SOARING ABOVE

We’d  been through many storms in the years since my husband had been so seriously injured. By keeping our hearts and minds on God, my family had kept from being overcome by the many challenges of a chronically ill family member.

I thought about that now as I put down my knitting needles. I had no idea how long it would be until my daughter arrived to wait with me or until the ambulance brought my husband in. I had no idea what this latest health crisis would entail or how long he night remain in the hospital.

But I did know how to wait.

I put my knitting back in my bag, gathered up my possessions, and crossed the aisle to the woman sitting across from me.

WAITING OUT THE WINDS

“Hello,” I said. “I don’t mean to interrupt you. But I couldn’t  help but hear your phone conversation. I feel that we might be on a similar journey tonight.” I smiled. “My husband is being brought in by ambulance. I just called my daughter to come.”

The woman looked up at me, worry etched across her face. “My husband, too,” she said. “And I just called my daughter.”

I nodded. “Waiting is hard. I thought that perhaps, until our daughters come, we could wait together.”

“That would be wonderful,” she said and, moving her handbag, motioned me to sit next to her.

We exchanged a few words, but we didn’t really talk. We didn’t trade names, or phone numbers, or information about our husbands. We just waited.

But we didn’t wait alone.

In due course, our daughters both arrived and the woman and I parted. After a while, a nurse came and called the woman and her daughter back to the patient rooms. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly as she passed my chair. “God bless you.”

I didn’t see her again but I knew that we had been there for each other at a time when no one should be alone.

During the two decades of Ron’s illnesses, Bonnie and I often found ourselves wedged into the molded plastic chairs of the typical hospital waiting room. We took comfort in being with each other and, whenever possible, we passed along our faith in God to others we met on our long journey.

Waiting is hard. But we never wait alone.

 

One thought on “Waiting Rooms

  1. What an important reminder to not wait alone. Though there are important times to be alone with God, most of the time we must connect with others. Because it’s easy for me to isolate, I so appreciate your message.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Linda Cobourn

Linda Cobourn picked up a pencil when she was nine and hasn’t stopped writing since, but she never expected to write about adult autism and grief. When her husband died after a long illness, she began a remarkable journey of faith with her son, an adult with Asperger’s syndrome. The author of Tap Dancing in Church, Crazy: A Diary, and Scenes from a Quirky Life, she holds an MEd in Reading and an EdD in Literacy. Dr. Cobourn also writes for Aspirations, a newsletter for parents of autistic offspring. Her work in progress, tentatively titled Finding Dad: A Journey of Faith on the Autism Spectrum, chronicles her son’s unique grief journey. Dr Cobourn teaches English as a Second Language in Philadelphia and lives with her son and a fat cat named Butterscotch in Delaware County. She can be contacted on her blog, Quirky, and her Amazon author page. 

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