Skip Confusing Speculation

In the wee hours of early morning God woke me with a warning. His warning was so strong I grabbed a pencil and scribbled in the dark:

“Skip confusing speculation…”

God’s warning came soon after the MRI, which was several weeks go. That was when I received the initial diagnosis of cancerous lesions on my bones. For two weeks I obeyed his warning. I stopped looking around the internet for answers.

But I grew impatient three weeks after God’s warning. Some of my symptoms were driving me nuts. I looked online. What else was I supposed to do during all this waiting?

Ah-hem. How about, obey God’s warning? And then . . .

“They that wait upon the Lord . . .” also comes to mind. I mentioned this verse in my previous post. Why is this verse so important in my situation?

Go back with me to a night two days before I knew I had cancer. My legs were making me miserable that night. It was much more than the usual restless leg syndrome. It was impossible to sleep. I cried out to God, “What is this?”

His answer? “They that wait upon the Lord  . . . .” Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)

Okay, I thought. So you’re saying I just need to wait for the restless leg medicine to take effect. But the medicine never did work. Obviously, that was not what God meant.

An hour later, when I could no longer stand the discomfort, my hubby took me to the ER. All during that long confusing night as waves of extreme pain left me shaking, God continued the same refrain, over and over:

“They that wait . . . .”

But what does it mean to wait upon the Lord? Does it mean sitting in a waiting room like a doctor’s waiting room? Ugh! I don’t think that is anyone’s favorite pastime.

According to Strong’s the word translated as “wait” (#H6960) can and has often been translated as hope, or look. The verse has been translated in other versions of the Bible as: “They that hope in the Lord or they that look for the Lord . . . .”

The primitive Hebrew root of the word is qavah (pronounced kaw-vaw´) which means: “to bind together (perhaps by twisting) or to collect or gather.” To me, this implies weaving or braiding like someone might twist or braid or bind together a rope.

Now that gives me hope. I’m not just sitting around a waiting room twiddling my thumbs. Instead I’m waiting while God weaves things together.

Tell me, do you like to wait? Share your waiting room adventures in the comments below.

Until next time . . . Travel Light,

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