Waiting is really, really hard.

We’ve been conditioned by this world, fresh with cutting edge technology.

Medical images are sent with lightening speed across the country for another doctor to view. No library is needed for a quick research on any given topic. Our televisions don’t have to warm up before viewing. Phone calls don’t have to wait until we get home.

So when we do have to wait, it can be frustrating.

I am old enough to remember slower days and now, I appreciate them.

It seemed the less we knew the better off we were.

Although, there is absolutely no doubt our advancements have been beneficial.

For me personally, it’s easier than ever to have a cause, jump on a bandwagon, and reach for the stars.

Not a bad thing .. until life comes to a screeching halt, warranting your absolute attention

I often think of parents who have hospital visits with their child as part of their normal routine. They wait.

I think of the caretakers  who sit with Alzheimer patients. They wait.

I think of the displaced families in the Louisiana floods.   They wait.

I think of the people who hear the word, cancer. They wait.

And then there are the homeless, the deprived, the suffering going on here  and even more so in under developed countries.

They wait.

Maybe the rhythm of your life has been disrupted. Not the waiting in line or a traffic jam kind. But the heart skipping, breath stopping bad news kind.

And life slows down to a crawl with hours or days of waiting, waiting, waiting.

 

Try to remember you are not alone. Not “someone has it worse” thinking, but remembering all of the people who are waiting, too. None of us know when we might face something that requires us to wait.

Laugh with the good.

Cry with the bad.

But accept both as part of life, knowing God is with us through it all.

Most of all, wait for eternity when he promises to wipe away every tear.

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