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I wrote this poem 8 months ago as I sat in the waiting room with my husband, my kids, and my father. My step mom was going in to have part of her lung removed for cancer. I have never seen my dad in a waiting room of a hospital – ever. He hates hospitals. Yet he came, he sat, he waited. We held hands and prayed together before she1 Corinthians 13 went in. We were all in tears. We brought her a prayer cloth from church. More tears.

And we went to the waiting room. To wait. And trust. That God had it under control and no matter what happened, He would hold her in His arms. And it would be ok.

My dad’s love for my stepmom touched my heart that day. My dad is not a talker. He is kind, gentle, and would do anything for anyone. It wasn’t always that way – but things changed. He is not who he used to be. And neither am I.

My dad showed me that day that love sits, love endures, love waits. He taught me that day – in his sitting and waiting and silence.

I saw that same love with my father-in-law and my mother-in-law as well. Opa and Oma have shown me what real love looks like too. I was speechless as he sat by her side those last days, and was just there. The love they have lasts forever. Love is not bound by life in this world – love is stronger than death and cancer and surgery. Love is forever.

 

Love Waits

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

Revolving door

In and out

People moving

All about

Plastic cups

Brown tweed carpet

Old magazines

Daytime soaps

Instant coffee

Kleenex boxes

Poster boards

promising a cure

People talking

people texting

Vending machine

Reception desk

Blue smocked Doctors

Nurses in scrubs

Watching

Praying

Love watches

Love sits

Love waits

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