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Silence comes hard for writers
even when stories are too young to tell. I have been in a hurry for
my words to catch up with my journey. God, however, is not bothered
by my impatience.
In the midst of these puzzling, wordless days, I am keenly aware of his presence. Yes, the same God with whom I have so painfully wrestled here on the pages of this blog. That God. He inhabits this silence.
Some days I panic and fret over blog stats and goals. I wonder if I have destroyed my online presence because I don't worship at the altar of the social media gods often enough.
My heart begins to beat heavy until it throbs in my ears. “You cannot grow your brand in silence,” the Type-A me tells the wordless me. “You'll never be one of 'those' savvy bloggers because you just aren't prolific enough. Why you don't even have a free printable, and at this rate, you never will! You'll never catch up.”
I breathe in the God-filled silence long and slow trying to drown out the panic. I hear rhythms of life I have not heard in eons. (Yes. I am that old.)
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When
a gas-powered leaf blower three yards over stalls, silence deafens
me. Slowly, I can hear again. The scritch-scratch of my rake becomes
hypnotic allowing other sounds, long ago sounds, to seep in.
The
sounds of a heel tapping to keep a swing in motion melt into the
eeee-awww sounds of the swing groaning and complaining as it
responds. The breeze lifts my bangs. A wet towel snaps in the wind
and a clothespin squeaks as it closes over the towel. Sounds of the
past wash me away.
I realize I have been so caught up in the race of life, I have lost the rhythm of living. The unfamiliar quiet is as eerie as it is comforting. I breathe in the God-filled silence and know he is there in the absence of words. I know it is o.k. to wait because I am waiting on him.
I realize I have been so caught up in the race of life, I have lost the rhythm of living. The unfamiliar quiet is as eerie as it is comforting. I breathe in the God-filled silence and know he is there in the absence of words. I know it is o.k. to wait because I am waiting on him.
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I feel words begin to emerge again. Then, news explodes
with the awful reality of a hopeless world. Twenty little faces taken
from twenty homes even as we sing about the most magical time of
the year.
Silence seems the only appropriate reaction because there are times words just fail. These days of mourning require a singular silence of the soul.
One does not have to embrace the end of the Mayan calendar to know: we live in an age of apocalypse. Suffering, violence, disease, and mayhem abound even as society is the most advanced, educated, and interconnected the world has ever known.
Silence seems the only appropriate reaction because there are times words just fail. These days of mourning require a singular silence of the soul.
One does not have to embrace the end of the Mayan calendar to know: we live in an age of apocalypse. Suffering, violence, disease, and mayhem abound even as society is the most advanced, educated, and interconnected the world has ever known.
Media offers a litany of answers from gun control to doomsday prepper survival bunkers. Politicians pontificate and jockey for airtime. Big business promises a shopping rush to distract us while big pharma offers a pill to calm us. Psychologists warn that the fragile among us may do exactly what the troubled young man in Connecticut did as December 21st approaches – react in desperation.
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There
is but one answer for a fallen world calling out for solutions to
save us from ourselves.
Long ago a child was born to die. In his death, he would bring
meaning and purpose to a sinful world. As he faced a certain death,
he knew we would face questions that had no sane answers.
He
left a message of hope that will survive beyond the end of the Mayan
calendar:
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John
16:33 (The Message)I’ve
told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and
assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to
experience difficulties. But take heart! I’ve conquered the world.
Romans 8:38-39 (Amplified Bible)
For I am persuaded beyond doubt (am sure) that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities, nor things impending and threatening nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
