"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning."
Psalm 130:5
My soul waits. My soul waits for the Lord. There is a longing, a sense of distance, a sense of desperate need. Is my soul lacking communion with my Lord? My soul waits...
W A I T S...Am I to merely sit still in this stupor of hopelessness until a day unbeknownst to me that my Lord will finally act on my behalf? Make Himself clear? Give me that which my soul seeks?
As unsettling as that notion seems, I peruse the "wait" a little deeper. It is the Hebrew word "qavah." There in the qavah I see the hope my soul longs for. A word that reveals the meaning, "to bind together by twisting." It speaks of a strong, robust tying together as in that of a rope.
It also carries the meaning of expectation, which seems to have no viable correlation with the notion of strength; however these interpretations are more relatable than perceived.
Probing qavah even deeper I discover the curious meaning, "to be gathered together. To mutually expect one another. To be wound together." Ah! My soul stirs with realization steadily making its way to my heart - as sure and steady as the morning sunrise.
I find that my wait is the essence of a strong, binding rope and expectation all tied into one. An illustration of my soul with my Lord. Wound together in mutual expectation. WOUND TOGETHER IN MUTUAL EXPECTATION.
W A I T S...Am I to merely sit still in this stupor of hopelessness until a day unbeknownst to me that my Lord will finally act on my behalf? Make Himself clear? Give me that which my soul seeks?
As unsettling as that notion seems, I peruse the "wait" a little deeper. It is the Hebrew word "qavah." There in the qavah I see the hope my soul longs for. A word that reveals the meaning, "to bind together by twisting." It speaks of a strong, robust tying together as in that of a rope.
It also carries the meaning of expectation, which seems to have no viable correlation with the notion of strength; however these interpretations are more relatable than perceived.
Probing qavah even deeper I discover the curious meaning, "to be gathered together. To mutually expect one another. To be wound together." Ah! My soul stirs with realization steadily making its way to my heart - as sure and steady as the morning sunrise.
I find that my wait is the essence of a strong, binding rope and expectation all tied into one. An illustration of my soul with my Lord. Wound together in mutual expectation. WOUND TOGETHER IN MUTUAL EXPECTATION.
But what does He expect of me? This weaker vessel that can barely stand on her own? Alas, here I find dependency and discipline. Discipline to keep twisting, binding my self - my soul - around the Lord, my God..."In His word I hope."
I also expect. I expect that He will be there for me, with me. He will act on my behalf. He has indeed made a covenant. I will not stray in my dependency. Instead, I will qavah for Him. More than watchmen wait for the morning. More than watchmen wait for the morning.
My soul waits for the Lord.
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