Waiting for a Call

I once wrote a post about waiting patiently. I thought I had learned how to wait patiently and maybe- during that time of my life- I had.

But now I find myself waiting again.

I have an eerie peace as I wait- savoring what could be a last few minutes or hours of blissful ignorance. And maybe I won’t know anything until tomorrow anyway.

What’s wrong with our son?

With two pediatricians, two specialists and a third on the way, fifteen tests and a promise of more to come, I am waiting for the first ten of Jonah’s results.

What do we do as we anxiously await the trials in our lives?

Through all the trials in these last couple of years and even now, only one verse comes to mind: “Be still and know that I am God…” Psalms 46:10

And so I sit. Still. Waiting… for something.

Verses don’t come to mind and songs don’t either. Explanations? Answers? I don’t have either. But, questions? There are too many questions to remember.

I know God loves me and he loves my son. Why else was our little boy so large when he was born? Before he was born, the doctor said he was small… only a six pound baby, but he was visibly shocked when a 9 pound baby popped out in his hands! We all laughed at his reaction to the beast of a baby that was born! God knew how precious those extra pounds and ounces would become during the next few months of Jonah’s life, and he graciously provided them for him. Thank you, God.

I am grateful and awed, but worried for the reason(s) to come.

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7 

 Thank you for this reminder, Mommy. Those in Christ wait patiently, while those without him wait anxiously.