Waiting...

We seem to be a people bound to be in wait; waiting for the light to turn green, waiting for the Doctor, and then waiting for the results of a needed test, waiting to get off of work, waiting for the dishwasher to be done. Yet with all the “waiting” we must sustain through, it seems to me that not one person out there is particularly good at waiting…

I just had my own waiting to endure, and from my life experiences, and I know everyone’s varies, but for me, the most horrendous types of “waiting” usually involves a deployment, but the absolute worse wait for me there is, involves my child in the O.R. Nothing, I mean nothing is as agonizing a wait, as waiting to know if your child has made it. Just yesterday, when the doctor preformed a mild surgery to help fix my daughter’s beautiful, but broken little heart, thankfully my daughter did make it. This was not the first surgery she has had, nor was it the most life threatening, or the longest, or her last, but just the same, it was still a surgery, and ALL surgeries carry a risk. I for one cannot stand it that my little girl even needs these surgeries, which is why I choose to wait on the Lord; he is my only source of strength.

Thank you for reading, and good luck with all of your endeavors and waiting…

K.H.

 

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