Wednesday, October 5, 2022. On top of the illness I’ve had for over a year now, my doctor discovered a small nodule in my lung. Over the course of the past few months, that nodule has grown to a mass. My first thought would be cancer, but apparently when it grows this rapidly, it’s more unlikely to be that. At least that’s what the experts say. It doesn’t fully take away the fear though. When I first found out about it, and before I had seen the pulmonary specialist who told me cancer was not at the top of his list of what this could be, I contacted my family and several of my friends asking for prayers. They all responded in ways that made me feel so loved and cared for. But my neighbor and friend, Sue, said something that has really stuck with me. She said “God’s waiting room is the best place to be.” It took me a minute to really understand her meaning. When you’re waiting for something, especially something stressful, you pray more. Praying more brings you closer to God. So I started picturing sitting in a waiting room with Jesus beside me. I can’t tell you what comfort that brings. I finally get my biopsy this Friday and hopefully will know soon after exactly what this is. But in the meantime, I’ve found Jesus beside me in this waiting room. Sue was right. It’s the best place to be.
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