but those who wait upon the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint
Funny thing . . . this verse has come across my path several times over the last few days . . .
Every time I read this verse, I’m reminded of the solitary eagle. I can envision how he can soar to the great heights and depths, maneuvering through mountains, skimming over tops of forests and the water – all of his senses alive, on high alert. Waiting.
He can be very quiet . . . with an absolute resolute stillness. There doesn’t seems to be a sense of restlessness or hurriedness to him. Waiting.
Waiting expectantly to stretch his majestic, powerful wings. Waiting to soar higher and higher, catching the upper air currents. Soaring up high above the storms of life.
Unlike the eagle . . .
I run . . . I grow weary.
I walk . . . I grow faint.
I need to be like the eagle. I need to learn to wait . . . wait like the solitary eagle. I need to be silent like the eagle. To wait on God – to be silent so He can speak. To be expectant, with all my spiritual senses on high alert. Not expectant of the world, not expectant of others around me, not even of myself. My expectation must be from Him.
Then, and only then, will my strength be renewed.