Sitting in a hospital waiting room, I watched as my husband grew antsy as several others who made their appearance later than him were called into various rooms before him. Waiting is difficult for nearly everyone for I think when God was handing out patience there were just too many of us far too antsy to wait in the line.
And I watched as my husband grew weaker and weaker as each moment passed. His health was slowly making its descent into crisis mode. Most unusual for a man content to take a nap and call it a day if anything was unwell or out of order in his world.
Too tired and sore to move, my better half looked helpless and I realized in the moment that all I could do was pray. Skipping out on a medical degree has proven me no favours. All I had was prayer in my heart and a Diet Coke in my pocket. I secretly wondered if the medical staff was judging me for the latter.
Philippians 4:6, Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
What is hard about it is the allotment of time seemingly handed over to the enemy of our soul. He is a time thief stealing, killing, and destroying. What I find most often is that he uses our precious time to perform for us his art of distraction. Always the button pusher, that enemy of ours likes to point out what God may be withholding from us… not what He may be safeguarding us from.
We all wait. Moses waited. Joshua waited. Paul waited for his sentencing and possible death as he was imprisoned and wrote the deeply profound epistle to the church of Philippi. And Jesus waited. Yes, Jesus waited. For much and often, He waited. Because no matter how much we are distracted, no matter how urgent we believe the need, there is an appointed time for every and all situations. And we as Christ followers sometimes need to be reminded that we shouldn’t let the enemy steal our moments. In prayer and petition we need to take our requests to God while we are in the waiting room.