It was some day last week. Forgive me if my days are running together.

The word “tarry” dropped in my spirit. I knew that the word meant “wait,” but I looked it up on dictionary.com to be sure. It’s an old word, a KJV Bible word that not only means ‘wait,’ but suggests a layover in a journey.

I was immediately filled with a sense of calm. During the whole Yasha saga I have been in a hurry. First for her to be born, then for her to get healed, to get out of the hospital. The word ‘tarry’ signaled to me to wait for Yasha to improve, and to be patient.

That was the first day we had tall Terry as our nurse. And there was another Terry in the nursery–hence the reason our nurse was called ‘tall Terry.’ So the word ‘tarry’ was reinforced over and over—for the three days in a row of Terry’s shift.

Meanwhile, the doctors are ready to move–they’re talking about surgery so we can take Yasha home. They’re talking about feeding tubes and equipment in our home.

We had a care conference on Wednesday. All the doctors that have been treating Yasha were represented: the neonatologist, Dr. Purdy, the neurologist, Dr. Sweet, and the surgeon, Dr. Downing were there. Lisa, the Social Worker, and Carol, the case manager were also there. Guess who else was there? Terry, even though it was her day off.

We’ve been seeking the Kingdom. We’ve been reading the Bible, doing Bible searches, listening to tapes and CD’s teaching on the Kingdom. We came across the scripture in Acts that says to tarry unitl you receive the Holy Ghost–until you get eundued with power. Hello! like the power to heal the baby?

So in the middle of all this pressure to make a decision to get her out now(!)–Terry is there to remind us to wait.

Curtis remembered other Terrys in his life. Just before he got saved, he worked for a Terry. She was Christian, and left a Josh McDowell book, More Than a Carpenter, out for anyone to pick up. Curtis picked it up and read it. He challenged Terry for believing it, and she stood by Jesus. There was another Terry on that job, too. He would greet Curtis every day with a purposeful “God bless you!” Curtis felt the intent of that greeting, a blessing, daily.

For some reason, these Terrys didn’t get along with each other. I don’t know the spiritual significance of this. I know Christians are supposed to love one another. But both Terrys loved Curtis. And he got saved.

I for one had misjudged our nurse Terry. I had thought she was aloof, but she just had confidence that Yasha would be ok. She ws the first nurse we’ve had to tell us that Yasha was doing well, instead of saying things like, “well. . . , ” or “i don’t know. . .,” or “she’s very sick. . .,” Terry said things like, “she looks good.” What hope that fostered! She was also the first nurse to trust us to take the baby out of the crib by ourselves. It was on Terry’s shift that I gave Yasha a bath all by myself (almost).

Now, when there’s talk and action towards getting Yasha home, we think we’ll tarry until further instruction from God.