I sat in the doctor’s office again today — that familiar place filled with quiet sighs, soft murmurs, and the rhythmic flipping of magazine pages. The waiting room. A space that tests both patience and perspective.

It’s funny how time feels slower in those chairs. You watch the clock tick, the door open and close, and your name — not yet called. For a moment, frustration creeps in. You wonder, Why does waiting always feel so long?

But as I sat there, I realized something: waiting rooms aren’t just in clinics. They’re everywhere in life.

We wait for healing.

We wait for good news.

We wait for prayers to be answered, for opportunities to open, for hearts to mend.

And just like in a doctor’s office, we don’t always see what’s happening behind the scenes. The doctor might be preparing, reviewing, and making sure the next step is right. Maybe life is doing the same — aligning things we can’t see yet.

So instead of resenting the waiting, I decided to breathe. I looked around — an elderly man sleeping, friends who haven’t seen each other for a long time talking about life, a nurse moved with calm purpose. There was life happening, even here. Quiet, ordinary, but meaningful.

Waiting doesn’t mean nothing is happening. It means something is happening — just not in our sight yet.

If you’re in a waiting season, whether in a doctor’s office or in life, take heart. The pause is part of the process. Healing, answers, and peace often take their time — and that’s okay.

Sometimes, the waiting room becomes the classroom where patience and faith grow stronger.

So today, I’m learning to wait well — with hope, with grace, and with trust that what’s next will be worth the pause.