I hate waiting. I think of waiting rooms, where you sit, leafing through a two-year-old copy of Peoplemagazine, with a quiet, half-formed dread, thinking of all the things you are not getting done.
The word wait, although it’s a verb, seems inactive, passive. In English, in our culture, waiting has that connotation. Sitting around and tapping our feet. Not really doing anything. Wasting time.
But the Hebrew word in the original text, qavah, was full of energy and faith. Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance notes: “The word stresses the straining of the mind in a certain direction with an expectant attitude…a forward look with assurance.” Its more-ancient meaning is to collect or bind together— active words.
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Keri, your description of waiting on the Lord is similar to what I expect juries to do in trial: wait attentively and expectantly as they receive evidence so that they can then deliberate on what they’ve seen and heard in an effort to reach a verdict.
With God, we wait on him and experience him in the process and it changes us. Waiting on the Lord has an effect and it always results ultimately in building us up, doesn’t it?
Exactly, Tim. It’s an active waiting, in which God moves and we pay close attention. And you’re correct, it changes us. Thanks for your thoughts!