Waiting

I'm sitting here in the waiting room of a local hospital. According to the electronic board, Carrie is in Pre-op, whatever that is. I read my 3 chapters of Isaiah for the day. It was difficult though with Ellen on the TV interviewing Daniel Radcliffe. It wouldn't seem like it would be that hard for me to concentrate as I never really got into the Harry Potter thing. Then a call came on Carrie's phone with a number that looked like it could be Little's school. Heart in throat, I pick it up. Crap, it is school.
After I put her on the bus this morning I had one of those stupid thoughts we parents occasionally get. But after the robot on the other side of the phone got done introducing its self, the first word was "tonight." Relief. It's only about something we're not going to.
It's incredible how distracting the world can be. I glance to the electronic board again, but I know it's not going to change, because the nice elderly gentleman that signed me into this waiting room said I could see
Carrie before she went into surgery.
Back to Isaiah. Wait, instead of using this Bible app, I actually brought a real hard copy of the Bible with me. Root and jostle in my briefcase. Ahh, the copy that I bought at the God store for $5 because I thought it might make me read more. How long are these chapters, only high twenties? Why is it taking so long for me to read them?
Ok, done, what did I just read? Any song ideas? I don't know, because I'm not quite sure what I just read.
A couple of days ago as I was reading, I actually thanked God for the section titles because without them, I'd have even less of a clue. "A bruised reed..a smoldering wick" I recognize those. What did Dr. Smith say about those? Let's hope the Holy Spirit will translate all that to His use through me someday.
Crap, that thought about Little came back. After the school shooting in Ohio, I asked her if they ever did something to the effect of a "lockdown." I didn't use that word, I just described what it might look like- and she said "no." That's ok, right? She's only in kindergarten. Why scare the kids when it will most likely and hopefully never happen? I've done what I can, and if God wants her, what am I going to do?
How long has it been. They said I can go back in about an hour.
Neat, Anderson (what a great name) Cooper is doing a show on arranged marriages. Still no interest. Just makes me think, "would mom and pops have picked me?" Probably not, but nuts and bolts, they're stuck with me.
Wait, is God preparing me to be bruised and telling me he won't break me? I guess I'll just have to wait.