Waiting, in Hebrew, is not passive. The root of the word — qavah — carries the image of a cord under tension: threads pulled together, strained toward something, held taut. It’s the same root as tikvah, the word for hope. Psalm 27 tells us twice to do it. The repetition isn’t stylistic — it’s the psalmist bracing himself. Harriet Tubman couldn’t read this psalm. But she lived it — thirteen missions into slave territory, navigating by the voice of God, learning when to move and when to hold absolutely still. “I always told God, I’m going to hold steady on to you, and you’ve got to see me through.” That’s qavah. That’s the waiting that renews strength.
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