June 26, 2023
Waiting on Him
Sarah Spice ’01 Schwerin
There was blood everywhere. It soaked into the carpet. My preschool aged son had run into the edge of the wall. Now he screamed while I applied pressure to the gaping wound.
My older son went to get his brother’s blanket while I dreaded what must come next. I gathered the children and hopped into the car.
At the urgent care office, I planted my six-year-old in the hallway with a lollipop, while nurses and the doctor surrounded my hurt child. The doctor removed the makeshift bandage and my feisty preschooler attempted to attack him. The nurses and I comforted my son, but he didn’t understand what was going on, only that he was in pain. When the doctor approached him with a needle to numb the area, my son started thrashing. Eventually, they tied him onto a board so that the doctor could sew up the wound. His body went limp, and he sobbed.
At first, I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t hold back my tears. My son was hurting and scared. There was nothing I could do. I couldn’t fix his wound. I had to wait for the doctor and nurses.
In life, there is so much waiting. We wait for our wounds to heal and our dreams to come true. We wonder if the waiting will ever be over.
God calls us to give him the waiting and to wait on him. He will strengthen our tired bodies and heal our damaged hearts.
“But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint,” (Isaiah 40:31, KJV).