The Hebrew word for 'Wait' in Psalm 27:14 is qâvâh. This was one of the many Old Testament words that I consulted How Chuang about. He helped me affirm that this word (qâvâh) indeed has linguistic roots that gives the picture of twisting and binding together - a waiting that involves gathering together with patience, with binding and twisting actions. I formed this mental picture of tough ropes being made stronger by being twisted and bound into a strong cord; of roots and twines that become stronger as they spiral and coil upwards. This was the picture of waiting on the Lord that we discovered, not a passive waste of time but one of growing stronger and coming through with deeper convictions.

Braiding
Twisting
Reaching
Remembering

Once the Shepherd stooped and touched the flowers gently with His fingers, then said to Much-Afraid with a smile, "Humble yourself, and you will find that Love is spreading a carpet of flowers beneath your feet." 

Much-Afraid looked at Him earnestly. "I have often wondered about wild flowers," she said. "It does seem strange that such unnumbered multitudes should bloom in the wild places of the earth where perhaps nobody ever sees them and the goats and the cattle can walk over them and crush them to death. They have so much beauty and sweetness to give and no one on whom to lavish it, nor who will even appreciate it."

The look the Shepherd turned on her was very beautiful. "Nothing my Father and I have made is ever wasted," He said quietly, "and the little wild flowers have a wonderful lesson to teach. They offer themselves so sweetly and confidently and willingly, even if it seems that there is no one to appreciate them. Just as though they sang a joyous little song to themselves, that it is so happy to love, even though one is not loved in return."

"I must tell you a great truth, Much-Afraid, which only the few understand. All the fairest beauties in the human soul, its greatest victories, and its most splendid achievements are always those which no one else knows anything about, or can only dimly guess at. Every inner response of the human heart to Love and every conquest over self-love is a new flower on the tree of Love.

Many a quiet, ordinary, and hidden life, unknown to the world, is a veritable garden in which Love's flowers and fruits have come to such perfection that it is a place of delight where the King of Love himself walks and rejoices with his friends. Some of my servants have indeed won great visible victories and are rightly loved and reverenced by other men, but always their greatest victories are like the wild flowers, those which no one knows about. Learn this lesson now, down here in the valley, Much-Afraid, and when you get to the steep places of the mountains it will comfort you."

Excerpt from Hind's feet on High Places