When God Shows Up in the Waiting Room

I sit here in the bone & joint place seeing my oldest daughter’s face. The very face that read worry, afraid, and unsureness.

Two weeks ago, my daughter decided to do a backflip and ended up landing wrong. I was worried, but I have seen her get hurt countless of times before and get back up again. She applied oils, rubbed over it, and still wasn’t doing well. At the time, nothing was swollen, nor bruised, so we didn’t think anything of it. Until her face began to turn pale.

OH MY HEART! My heart broke feeling her pain. But more so, thinking she was okay when really she wasn’t.

Mom guilt sank in and it brought so much pain and regret.

I love how quickly children forgive. I love how she held no grudge against me. I love how patient she was with me. And I love how she never gave up on her faith.

No scream. No cry. No tears. No sound came out. Mind you, she is one to always say ouch when she gets hurt or says something and this time when she didn’t… it was different.

We walked into the walk in clinic, were seen, and we were told there was a fracture. She was referred to see an Orthopedic in which we saw Friday. The news we heard was definitely not what we wanted to hear. “Surgery“.

Ummmm im sorry, come again…. no thank you. (inside voice).

All Weekend long my daughter was convinced God would heal her and will not need to get surgery. Let me tell you, she has some STRONG faith and undeniable belief.

Today, Monday, we had to meet with the surgeon.

Sitting here in the back room…… I couldn’t help but think of this.

I look over at my daughter while she is sitting on the bed waiting, I can’t help but feel what my daughter feels. Her legs shaking, her eyes not focused, her fingers beginning to sweat. I knew prayer needed to be done.

As anticipating as it is to wait, it reminds me, as we wait on the surgeon to come into the room, so our Father awaits on us. For our daily conversation and our relationship with him.

My heart began to sink a bit, feeling how he felt just waiting for us to draw near to him.

Waiting on the surgeon was like God waiting on us to come to him.

So much patience that he has for us. So much grace he extends to us. So much mercy thats given each morning.

I was getting nervous and impatient waiting for the news from the surgeon. I was waiting and waiting…. it wasn’t fun.

But…. our Abba Father, he awaits upon our arrival with patience and love. How beautiful is that my friend? Patience and love. Oh how we need that too!

Just experiencing that sense of “waiting” in the room had me feeling some type of way. A way that changed my heart immediately.

I don’t want my Father “waiting” on me to come to him. I want to run into his arms every moment, every second, of the day. I want to draw near to him with each problem I face, each praise report, all the kinds of days I have.

Drawing near to Him, praying to Him, having a conversation with him, brings you to a level of intimacy. A level of gratitude, contentment and joy.

Who else couldn’t use that?

I don’t know about you sweet friend, or where you stand with our Father, but please don’t let this condemn you. That isn’t what this post is about but instead about showing how He cares for us so much and longs for his children to draw near to him.

Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.

james 4:8a

He is a Father who has his door wide open as long as we come to him.

I want to ask you a few questions my sweet friend.

Where are you with God?
Where would you like to be with Him right now?
What seems to bother, or get in the way with you and God?
What can you let go of to draw nearer to Him?

Take your time answering these questions, they are deep questions for you and God. A heart check is what I call it. We must check our hearts and see where our heart stands with God right now. Turn on some praise and worship music and sing away. Sit in silence if thats what you need. Turn on a podcast of a sermon you need to listen to.

Whatever it may be friend, He is there waiting for you to knock at the door. To draw near to Him.

Until Next Time Friend,
Nicole