I’ve spent more time in waiting rooms than I ever imagined I would—under fluorescent lights, filling out the same paperwork, watching strangers quietly flip through old magazines or stare at their phones to keep their minds off the unknown.
But the waiting room isn’t just a physical space. It’s a spiritual one too. When I was diagnosed with severe psoriasis, it felt like my body had betrayed me. When a brain aneurysm was discovered, and later, brain amyloids that hint at the possibility of Alzheimer’s, it felt like the foundation of my future began to crack. But God began to meet me, not by removing the afflictions, but by showing up in the waiting.
Here are some of the lessons the Lord has gently taught me through these ongoing health battles:
1. I Am Not My Diagnosis
It’s easy to let illness redefine you. Psoriasis marked my skin—and my confidence. The aneurysm and the amyloids brought fear about memory loss, confusion, and a shortened life. But over and over again, God whispered through His Word:
“You are mine.”
Isaiah 43:1 says, “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name; you are mine.”
My identity isn’t in my symptoms or scan results. I am a child of God, still being shaped, still being held.
2. Weakness Makes Room for His Strength
There have been many mornings when I didn’t feel strong enough to get out of bed—when pain or brain fog threatened to steal the day. But in that weakness, I’ve found new meaning in 2 Corinthians 12:9:
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”
God has shown me that I don’t have to pretend to be strong. I just have to lean into Him.
3. Healing Comes in Many Forms
I still pray for healing—physical healing, yes—but also emotional healing, and the deep soul-healing that happens when we bring our brokenness to the Lord. Sometimes God brings healing through doctors and medications. Other times, it’s through a friend’s prayer, a moment of peace, or the comfort of Scripture when fear creeps in.
I’ve learned that miracles may not always be the removal of pain, but the presence of peace in the middle of it.
4. There Is Purpose in the Pain
None of this has been easy. But I’ve come to believe that even in suffering, there is purpose. Romans 8:28 reminds me that God works all things together for good—for His glory and my growth.
I’ve become more compassionate, more present, and more dependent on the Lord. I see others in pain with new eyes. I no longer rush through the waiting—I listen in it.
5. The Waiting Room Isn’t Wasted
Waiting can feel like nothing is happening. But God often does His best work in the silence. Just like a seed grows underground before it ever breaks through the soil, He is growing something in me, even when it’s unseen.
In the waiting room of life, I’ve found worship. I’ve learned to praise Him when I don’t have answers. I’ve learned that trust is built not when things go right, but when I choose to believe His goodness even when they don’t.
Yes, I live with ongoing health concerns. Some days are hard. But every day, God is faithful. Whether I remember clearly ten years from now or not, whether my skin flares or my brain falters, my hope is in Jesus—the same yesterday, today, and forever (Hebrews 13:8).
So, if you find yourself in a waiting room—literal or spiritual—I pray you feel less alone. God is with you there. And in that sacred space, He’s still writing a beautiful story.
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