August 30th, 2013 by Carl Buffington
Waiting is always a challenge, sometimes more than others. This morning was one of those more than others times. I was in a surgical waiting room with the mother of a two month old watching the sunrise and the hands of the wall clock move ever so laboriously. We were making waiting type conversation. We had prayed and now we waited. Waited for the surgeon to walk through the doors with good news.