The waiting room is inevitable as we all painfully await for our names to be uttered; for the promise in our lives to be fulfilled. Oftentimes, we ask ourselves if we’ve been forgotten or if we’ve been mistakenly skipped and someone has received the blessing before us. Perhaps we believe we will never attain it and we become discouraged and give up too soon prior to ever finding the answers we were searching. Some have been blessed despite their lack of devotion to the God we serve, but are we even worthy of this gift we’ve received through His sacrifice and His love for humanity? Shouldn’t that be enough to heal us? Our desire for justice still invade our souls, the “why me?” syndrome seem to have infected our hearts as we wait.