Ever sat in a hospital waiting room? Time seems to bend, doesn’t it? A minute stretches into an eternity. The air hums with a low-level anxiety, a shared, unspoken question hanging heavy: What’s happening? You’re surrounded by strangers, yet bound by this shared experience of… waiting. Waiting for news. Waiting for a loved one. Waiting for something to happen.

I’ve been there this week. It’s exhausting, and as I was sitting there with nothing to do except wait, I felt compelled to relate this to our lives…so here goes:

Life, sometimes, feels a lot like that waiting room. We’re waiting for the test results, waiting for the job offer, waiting for the relationship to heal, waiting for… well, you name it. We’re in this in-between space, this liminal zone (I sometimes call limbo) where we’re not quite sure what the next moment holds. And it can be agonizing. We pace. We worry. We check our phones. We wonder if anyone even sees us in this space. And even with all of this technology and social media at our fingertips we can often feel very, very alone.

But what if I told you that this waiting room isn’t just dead time? What if it’s actually training ground? What if it’s preparing us for something bigger, something longer, something… more beautiful?

Think about it. The Christian life isn’t a sprint. It’s not a hundred-meter dash where you burst out of the gates and it’s over in a flash. No, no, no. This life, this journey of faith, it’s a marathon. A long, winding, sometimes grueling marathon. Could it be that these moments of waiting. These exhausting times of limbo-holding patterns actually develop in us this much-needed discipline if we cultivate it and hone in our very short attention spans.

And in that waiting room, in those moments of uncertainty and anxiety, we’re building endurance. We’re learning patience. We’re cultivating resilience. We’re discovering, often painfully, that we’re not in control. Which, honestly, is a good thing. Because if we were in control, well, let’s just say things would probably be a whole lot messier.

That waiting room, it’s where we learn to lean into something bigger than ourselves. It’s where we discover the quiet whisper of God in the midst of the chaos. The quiet whisper of God in the midst of our pain and our suffering. It’s where we realize that even when we don’t know what’s happening, even when we feel lost and confused, we are not alone.

We are held. We are loved.

Think about the marathon runner. They don’t just show up on race day and expect to finish.
They train.
They prepare.
They build their strength and stamina mile after mile, day after day.
And sometimes, that training is hard. It’s lonely. It’s exhausting.

The waiting room moments in our lives, they’re part of the training.
They’re the miles we log when no one’s watching.
They’re the quiet strengthening of our souls.

So, the next time you find yourself in that waiting room, remember this: you are NOT stuck. You are NOT forgotten.
You are being prepared. You are being equipped for the long, beautiful run that lies ahead.

Embrace the waiting.
Embrace the uncertainty.

Because in the waiting, you might just discover the strength you never knew you had.
And that strength, my friends, will carry you through.

Grace & Peace:
-A Fellow Waiting Room Sojourner.