I looked around the waiting room and noticed I was the only 20-something.
“This will be no big deal, I’ll be in and out quickly.” I thought to myself.
“Kristin?”
I stood up, walked back to the room and was instructed to put a gown on.
“The doctor will be in shortly.”
He came in and told me he would do an ultrasound and that should be it. We would find out what we needed to know and I would be sent home.
A couple minutes passed.
“I’m going to do a biopsy.”
He left the room and I was left with my thoughts.
“What? Wait. I wasn’t prepared for this.”
The nurse came in to set things up, the doctor followed. I was numbed and poked. Given hopeful words. And sent on my way.
I got in the car and hot tears began to pour. They wouldn’t stop.
The two days waiting for those results were extremely difficult.
I couldn’t look at my family without crying. I replayed things over and over in my head. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to crawl into bed and not wake up until I got that phone call.
The phone call came.
“Kristin, the test came back negative. It’s benign.”
More tears.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, Lord, for that not being my story right now. Thank you, Lord, for bringing me through that valley. Thank you, Lord, for continuing to show me that I’m not in control. Thank you, Lord, for beginning to peel off another nasty layer of my sinful heart…
As I continue to flesh out what the Lord is teaching me, one thing is certain:
I need grace.
I need grace to trust Him more.
And He is ready and willing, forever and always.
Ready to give life and rest and joy and peace.
Now, won’t you come with me?
kristinkempson 