As we arrived at ER, in rather frantic fashion, I shared our concern with the lady behind the desk. She did not seem to share my concern as she matter-of-factly handed me papers to fill out. I doubt I wrote a legible word on them, as I hastily answered a host of very unimportant questions. When I handed the papers back, I heard those words, "Please have a seat sir, we'll be with you as soon as we can."
While we may know how to preach on the book of Job, most pastors I know struggle with putting patience into practice. Did she not understand this was my child, did she not care that she had a knot the size of an egg on her head, did she not care that she was vomiting, did she not care that... you get the idea.
The issue was not about caring, it was about urgency, a word that she and I would have defined differently. Ultimately, I sat and I waited and they got to us as soon as they could (my wife said it was about 5 minutes, I say closer to 5 hours.). Our daughter was fine, no concussion, just a knot on her head.
It is not hard to look back on life and see God's perfect timing. It is much more difficult, however, to look at the present crisis and see that perfect timing. I know it is for my benefit that God has a "waiting room," and that I must spend time in it. God does't make me wait because He does't care but because that is where I need to be.
I was reminded that there are a lot of things I stress over, all the while God is saying, "I'll get to you, not as soon as I can, but rather, as soon as you need gotten to." In His timing, God will "get to me." And time and time again, I find it is exactly when, "I need gotten to."
"Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him" (Psalm 62:5).