By Lisa Huddleston
God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It’s a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
What does it mean to wait passionately and to seek diligently and to hope quietly?
The second idea seems the easiest to understand. Seeking and diligence feel right together—both are related to my doing and my energy. I can understand pushing toward a goal and working hard to reach the next mark.
But passion and waiting make a very odd couple. Again, I comprehend the passion. Passionately seeking makes sense but waiting? What a passive and frustrating concept! Waiting is so irritating, so anemic, so out of my control. That can’t be what the writer means.
Maybe “anticipation” says it better. Even “tiptoe anticipation.” That seems more like it. Passionate waiting can’t be passive. It, too, takes energy.
Looking to the horizon for the silhouette of hope to appear. Craning and straining to make out his face. Listening for the sound of his voice to break the crackling silence with a trumpet blast. Is it he? Has he come at last?
Be still, my daughter, be still.
When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
(Lamentations 3:25-26, 28-29, The Message)