Finding God in the anxiety of the waiting room

Elizabeth Reynolds Turnage  ·  Feb 21, 2020

Thrum. Thrum. I glanced cautiously around me—could others in the waiting room hear my heart pounding? Only four days ago, an ear, nose, and throat doctor had disrupted our lives with shocking news: Our apparently healthy 22-year-old son appeared to have a brain tumor. Only three days ago, an MRI at the local hospital had confirmed the diagnosis. Only two days ago, we had shared the heartbreaking news with his siblings and their spouses. And just yesterday we had wept through hymns at church proclaiming the goodness of our good Father. Now, one long hour had passed since our son had checked into the top tumor center of our region.

Have you ever been there? In the waiting room of a health crisis? If you haven’t, you know someone who has, someone who has experienced the heart-pounding, stomach-souring, head-throbbing anxiety of the wait. As the minutes tick by in the waiting room, your mind trips through the troubling what-ifs:

  • What if it’s cancer?
  • What if I lose my job?
  • What if I can’t lift my grand­children?
  • What if my son is going to die?

These questions and others disrupt the peace of caregivers and patients alike as they endure the agonizing wait of a serious health crisis.

Read the rest of Elizabeth Reynolds Turnage's thoughts on dealing with anxiety in the waiting room.