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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

Follow me as I follow Jesus

What do you hear in the silence?


I took out my headphones a few minutes into my run this morning and just listened. Not to music, not to a book, but to the quiet.

Listening to quiet is a lost art form, isn’t it? Most of us can’t handle it because it forces us to deal with our own thoughts, our own alone-ness, and, well, most of the time we would rather ignore all that and instead stuff ourselves with other voices.

But you know what I discovered? It wasn’t really quiet. There were crazy energetic squirrels and weird insects and obnoxiously loud frogs. There were birds singing their “spring is here” tunes and the wind rustling the branches that are just waking up from their winter sleep.

There were the intrusive thoughts that I sometimes try to ignore as well as the desire to be distracted by an audio book so I could forget the ache in my lungs, but there wasn’t loneliness. There was God—in every note of creation’s song.

I dare you to listen for Him today.


2 comments on “What do you hear in the silence?

  1. 1alien says:

    What a beautiful reminder. It’s so easy to distract ourselves, rather than listening to the Lord’s orchestra. Thanks for sharing:)

    1. Thank you for taking the time to write–such an encouragement.

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