Last Saturday morning, Bob left for breakfast at a local restaurant. The house was quiet, which it usually isn’t. My verse of the day was Psalm 61:1. “I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him.” [NLT]
My initial reaction was – me quiet? I am not a quiet person. Growing up I was often rebuked for my loud voice and boisterous nature. I tamed it a bit as I “matured,” but probably not enough. I am still loud.
I decided to look at that word “quietly.” In the Hebrew the word is “duwmiyah,” and it describes a purposeful quietness, a still expectant hush that looks to God. It is found only in the Psalms.
It is not a passive quiet, but a reverent silence of devotion. In this verse it conveys a restful silence that anchors faith in God’s salvation.
I admit I have been fussing about a lot of stuff lately. I’m still not sleeping well, spending half the night in bed and the other half in a recliner. I’ve had to wrestle over the rising costs and lowered benefits of Medicare and Medicare Supplements. I’m tired of physical therapy. I’m tired of pain filled days. I am tired of fatigue.
And I am certainly not quiet about it to God or anyone close enough to listen. I think God is reminding me to rest in Him and wait “quietly” for my victory.
