I love words. I love picking one that I hope will define my thinking for the year – turning me back over and over to where I was moving on from the past year into one full of hope.
So this year, I picked a word with a meaning where I’ve been both struggling and making a part of my daily life.
This is the Hebrew text, written in my dad’s handwriting. He knows Hebrew (and Greek) so I asked him to write it for me. I’m planning on having it tattooed somewhere small. (Person who anonymously wrote me that tattoos are wrong- duly noted. I am getting another one. That’ll make 6 wrongs.)
I love, love, love the Hebrew version of this word. Here’s what this one means:
Wait: qavah (kaw-vaw)
to wait, look for, hope, expect (probably originally twist, stretch, then of tension of enduring, waiting: Assyrian ‡ûû II, I. wait, ‡û, cord; Arabic be strong, strength, also strand of rope; Syriac endure, remain, await, threads, so ᵑ7 קַוִּין spider’s threads, web)
Often this past year I’ve felt myself rushing to be done with something or to move onto the next thing. I’ve found that 99.99% of my life is waiting. And most of us try to wait with a vengeance if we’re aware of it. Like – I almost try to control my wait time. “I’m going to WAIT PATIENTLY LORD. I’m stiiiiillll waiting.” Really that’s still us trying to do it “right” or in a way that hurries God up.
I don’t know exactly how else to wait, but I do know that if my life is made up of mostly this time period, it should involve me handing it to God. He should be in charge of how I wait, the lessons I learn (or don’t), and the things that happen.
Sometimes waiting leads to an open door.
Sometimes waiting is simply sitting in front of a closed door for much longer than any of us are comfortable with.
I’m searching out waiting this year. Asking God to open my eyes to my life as waiting.
I’d love to hear your word if you picked one.