WHEN THE WAITING ROOM FEELS LIKE A PRISON I’ve been sitting with the next piece of Leviticus 13 and — honestly? It’s still weird. After the priest inspects the suspicious spot, they often put the person in isolation for seven days. And sometimes another seven. (Hello, quarantine before quarantine was cool.) I wrestled with this: Why does God make them wait? Here’s what I see: sometimes, the waiting room isn’t punishment — it’s protection. It’s mercy. It’s space to reveal what’s under the surface so it can be dealt with before it spreads. Sound familiar? God still pulls us aside sometimes....