Lately, I've had the odd sense that waiting - for anything - isn't so bad after all. I don't have the words to explain this newfound enlightenment yet, but I do feel a strong peace at the moment, here in the rocking chair. Waiting for health is good. Waiting (at age 33) for a baby is good. Very peculiar, and so not like my nature. Thank God.
Anyway, I read another quote from Acedia & Me that I feel compelled to share:
"Waiting seems at odds with progress, and we seldom ask whether it might have a purpose in and of itself. Etymology helps us here, for when we look up the word wait we are instructed to see vigor. Waiting, then, is not passive but a vigilant and watchful activity designed to keep us aware of what is really going on. Isaiah evokes this radical waiting as a source of vitality: 'Those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength, / they shall mount up with wings like eagles' (Isaiah 40:31). Such waiting is meant to engender a lively hope rooted in the physical as well as the psyche. It is an action, the 'hop' contained within the word. To hope is to make a leap, to jump from where you are to someplace better. If you can imagine it, and dare to take that leap, you can go there - no matter how hopeless your situation may appear."
Thanks to Kathleen Norris, I'm transforming into an etymology nerd. I even put a book (that she references often) on my wish list: Origins: A Short Etymological Dictionary of Modern English by Eric Partridge. However, I'm much more comfortable with nerdiness in my 30's, too.