As I sat in a small room,
waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
I could see the elderly gentleman
sitting in a small room,
waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
across the hall from me.
His eyes, dim.
His head, hung low.
His spirit, weak.
His eyes met mine,
and when they did,
I smiled.
In his weakened conditioned,
he smiled back,
but only with his eyes.
As I turned my gaze
to the bare white walls,
I heard the voice
of another patient,
sitting in a small room,
being seen
by the doctor,
down the hall from me.
The conversation,
not mine to hear,
drifted into my heart
anyway.
His progress, slow.
His diagnosis, dismal.
I looked up at the ceiling,
and soon found myself
listening in on
a one-sided phone conversation.
A lady,
sitting in a small room,
waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
next door to me,
was checking in on her child.
Left home alone,
this mother's heart was there
with her child
as she sat on the other side
of the wall from me.
And right then and there,
God showed me
why I was here,
in this small room,
waiting to be seen
by a doctor.
I was here
for him,
and him,
and her.
I was here
for every single person who,
today, tomorrow,
or all the days after,
will find his or herself
sitting in one of these small rooms.
I was here to intercede on their behalf.
I was sitting in this room,
so that while I
was waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
I could lift these precious people
up to
the Great Physician
who is always and forever
sitting on the right hand of God
waiting to hear
and answer our petitions.
This wasn't about me.
It was about them.
This wasn't simply
a routine doctor appointment.
This was a heavenly invitation,
a divine appointment.
One,
of God only knows how many,
given to you and me
each and every single day
of our life.
May our eyes, see.
May our ears, hear.
May our hearts, respond.
May our spirit, intercede.
Each and every time
God places a heavenly invitation,
a divine appointment in our midst,
may we never fail
to accomplish His mission.~♥
~Stacy
waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
I could see the elderly gentleman
sitting in a small room,
waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
across the hall from me.
His eyes, dim.
His head, hung low.
His spirit, weak.
His eyes met mine,
and when they did,
I smiled.
In his weakened conditioned,
he smiled back,
but only with his eyes.
As I turned my gaze
to the bare white walls,
I heard the voice
of another patient,
sitting in a small room,
being seen
by the doctor,
down the hall from me.
The conversation,
not mine to hear,
drifted into my heart
anyway.
His progress, slow.
His diagnosis, dismal.
I looked up at the ceiling,
and soon found myself
listening in on
a one-sided phone conversation.
A lady,
sitting in a small room,
waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
next door to me,
was checking in on her child.
Left home alone,
this mother's heart was there
with her child
as she sat on the other side
of the wall from me.
And right then and there,
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why I was here,
in this small room,
waiting to be seen
by a doctor.
I was here
for him,
and him,
and her.
I was here
for every single person who,
today, tomorrow,
or all the days after,
will find his or herself
sitting in one of these small rooms.
I was here to intercede on their behalf.
I was sitting in this room,
so that while I
was waiting to be seen
by a doctor,
I could lift these precious people
up to
the Great Physician
who is always and forever
sitting on the right hand of God
waiting to hear
and answer our petitions.
This wasn't about me.
It was about them.
This wasn't simply
a routine doctor appointment.
This was a heavenly invitation,
a divine appointment.
One,
of God only knows how many,
given to you and me
each and every single day
of our life.
May our eyes, see.
May our ears, hear.
May our hearts, respond.
May our spirit, intercede.
Each and every time
God places a heavenly invitation,
a divine appointment in our midst,
may we never fail
to accomplish His mission.~♥
~Stacy
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