The Waiting Room

He gazed at the collar and gazed at the collar, gazed at the hair, looked at the watch, forced the time to move quickly from the pure will. The breathtaking fragrance of getter surrounds him, he keeps going up and down, and his footsteps resound in the room. The overwhelming brightness of the eggshell white wall decorated with cheap and good artificial happiness scenes seems to envelop him, but this is his least worried

He stopped in front of an inexpensive canvas artificially drawn a bright landscape and watched that his body was present no matter where his idea or soul was located, watching passing by there. He carefully wandered through the room, looked up at the arrival of a middle-aged woman, had a cup of coffee in his hand, gave him a smile that was sympathetic and distracted with exhaustion. Things "It will not take so long" His brain shouted at him. When he got a seat, the burst of excitement spurred each other in his heart.

When they noticed he still remembered. He remembers the uncomfortable chair, the heat that stuck his skin. He recalls that disinfectants have overwhelming cleanliness and smell. He looks at his wife, he is faint and light, but he still remembers smiling. I thought he was incredible when he said these words and subsequent sounds. He remembers watching his wife again, his face is still smiling, and his tear slowly blurs her sight.

In order to divert him, he looked around a weird face around all familiar rooms. A small girl, her feet has not reached the floor yet, her head is nervous on her father's arms, resting almost unconsciously, his eyes are flying violently in the room When his feet are on the marble floor. Please tap it. In other cases, you will be dissatisfied with asking someone to quit him, but everyone in it is trapped in their own world.

Now, he is waiting there, a helpless pure image seems to be a waiting room, his face is in his hand, his ear eagerly wants a sound other than a suspicious and slow timbre of the watch I will. When he was shooting from the chair and looking forward to looking at his wife's door, the sound of the elevator put him back to reality. But when they opened up, she was not there because she was staring at the elevator as if she were not looking at the elevator. Like a black velvet cloth, as a magician threw it into the air before it disappeared, he fell to the ground without saying a word.

Nobody likes to wait. When we were in the doctor's waiting room, we seemed to have been there forever. It feels like punishment, but we are not. So, this is in the waiting room of God. When we mature with the Lord it will be easier to wait. Even now it is still difficult to wait, but the longer the time we know the Lord, the better we understand his loyalty to our lives, and we are waiting for the reason I understand that. From time to time God will wait and use it to deal with the roles of us and others. God often chooses to wait for us to blend into the image of his wonderful son. My husband and I sat across the table at the military base hospitality house director and shared our latest experiments in detail. We are looking forward to sympathy. Instead, his words surprised us. "I am very pleased that you got the opportunity to trust God."

It is a place to really wait to go up the stairs like one of the mixers pointing to us. Idlis's waiting room. From the staircase to the waiting room where the bench and the chair are placed, it continues to the inside sanctuary, that is, the restaurant. How do people die with a minimum waiting time of 55 minutes? A lonely man was looking for idli to sing his songs and some people were staring outside the window. I looked for the uniform I wear, prepared for waiting, and sat down with my friend. The chandeli sari is comfortably wrapped and perhaps meant for summer, to allow extra Dorsa. It seems a bit loose to accommodate extra food under the name of all breakfast.