I spend a lot of time in my waiting room. In fact, I’m writing this from my waiting room where I spend more than six hours every day waiting for God to perform a miracle concerning my Job.
And it can be an interesting place to be. We all sit in the same blue and orange chairs, pull out our white headphones, open our laptops, and wait– for the session to finish, for milestones to be reached. Sometimes, we plug in each other’s chargers or comment on conversations we were pretending not to overhear.
We wait together; we wait separately. Even my friend ‘Cijioke’ is on the same waiting seat like me.
Because even though we go through similar things, there is no one else sitting in my chair, waiting exactly as I wait.
But, it’s a funny thing that God does– even while I feel Him sanding down my soul with each tick of the clock, He surrounds me.
He surrounds me even here, in the dullness of waiting. I look up and accidentally catch the eye of a stranger. She gives me a quick, knowing smile. And I know she really sees me. She gets it.
In a million little mercies, He surrounds me with Himself. I breathe in His compassion, and He renews my strength.