I was sitting, endless hours, in the waiting room. Keeping anxieties at bay with an ebook, but my reader died. Amusing myself listening to the darling nonagenarian blurting out commentary on the current state of affairs...but her name had been called. Along with almost everyone else. Wondering if they forgot me? If the pain in my bottom might soon be greater than the one on the inside? Shushing all the what ifs. Grasping at gratitude.
A young, very young, woman came in with four little stair-step children, all preschoolers I would guess, the youngest still in a carrier. They quietly followed her through the registration process in wide-eyed silence. In a little row, they filed along and sat down across from me. Six big eyes stared at me. Six little legs swung. Six little hands folded in three little laps.
This is usually when I begin to bemoan the fact that my children seem to be completely devoid of whatever gene is required for such calm and orderly behaviour...
Just then a large and odd looking bath chair contraption rattled by. Six wondering eyes followed and then turned to mamma. She smiled.
A nursed wheeled a severely handicapped woman by and legs stopped swinging. Once out of sight all eyes turned to mamma. She smiled. Legs resumed swinging and eyes watched.
An eerie cry echoed down the hall. Eyes widened and turned to mamma. She smiled...extra reassuringly. Shoulders relaxed and legs swung again.
Nurses called out.
Six little eyes sought mamma's and she smiled.
It was enough. For now. Maybe answers would come later.
My turn finally came. Kind nurses and gentle doctors did all they could but they couldn't budge the system. Anxiety rose. Uncertainty and pain are a nasty combination.
Then I remembered.
Seek His eyes.
He smiled reassuringly and invited me to trust.
My shoulders relaxed.
Months have passed. Waiting has wearied. Uncertainty has vexed. Friends have hugged and prayed. I've fallen apart and gotten up again. Panic rises quickly when the mind is focused on the pain.
However, I've had frequent reminders of those six little eyes and six swinging legs. Every time I remember, I seek His eyes.
Every time I find His eyes are already upon me, anticipating my need.
All I can see is love. And an invitation to trust.
It is enough.
Maybe all the questions will be answered someday when we go Home.
For now the warmth of His tender gaze is enough.
I will be with you, and I will protect you wherever you go...
I will be with you constantly
until I have finished giving you everything I have promised.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
I desire you more than anything on earth.
My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak,
but God remains the strength of my heart;
He is mine forever!