Wait Upon the Lord…
The Drama Of The Waiting Room
An older woman sat by herself in a corner, observing the actions of some of those around her. She even attempted to guess what had brought them to this place.
A few were in so much pain, that they couldn’t stop the tears from running down their cheeks. Her heart went out to them. She knew the only help she could give them was words, and they needed much more than that.
One of the newest additions to the Waiting Room was a young mom. She nervously paced back and forth. Her face seemed tortured and filled with anxiety. She showed no interest in sitting down. Her lips moved, as she prayed silently while pacing the floor.
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