I’m getting pretty good at this whole sitting around and waiting thing…but it still drives me crazy!  Right now, I’m sitting on the floor in a hallway of the U of I hospital, because the tiny and very crowded waiting room was making me want to crawl out of my skin.  So I found a corner with an outlet for my computer and I’m camping out.  Lincoln is happily snoozing in his stroller and people are walking by, but I’m getting very good at pretending like I’m alone.  Josiah is getting his medical port in as we speak and my heart is praying for him, missing him, hurting for him.  We will more than likely be starting Chemo after this and will be in the hospital for several days getting his infusion.  Being here in this hospital is not new and there is no mystery to any of this…lots of waiting…lots of sitting around…and more waiting.  I have done this before.  It is the same, and yet very different.  This time I am the wife instead of the mother.  There is similar heartache though and even though this world is familiar, that doesn’t make it any easier.  But…I have felt the faithfulness of God here.  I have seen the mighty hand of God here.  And that same God is with me today.  I am thankful, hopeful, peaceful.