Silence…is it golden?
With five kids, it’s generally suspicious. Scratch that,
silence is dangerous at our house. Even at night there is snoring, dogs
barking, cats purring, always something. True silence doesn’t exist here in
this country home. A silence in my soul has developed in the last year though.
It’s been a good thing even if in some of these moments I’ve felt lost, it is a
good development. For me silence has become a new way of processing. Writing has
always been my outlet, my way of processing life. In the early days of my
relationship with my husband (then boyfriend) he traveled and we emailed back
and forth. I would even write him letters to give him when he got home from his
travel for the week. When I had something big to talk with him about I wrote it
out. It used to be so much easier for me to put into black and white my
thoughts than to verbalize them. The last year I have been struck speechless
though. My ability to pray and cry has remained and honestly deepened. So many
prayers…so many tears. Oh, how good I have gotten at those.
Ecclesiastes 3
1 There is a time for
everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
We know these times. Our lives are influenced every day by
the ebb and flow of time. The last year has been a year of quiet soul searching
for me. It has set me on a path that only The Father can orchestrate. As I have
been walking through it I haven’t even been able to start to put into black and
white all that I’m trying to process. I have spent many moments in deep grief.
Grieving for the changes that are coming at me and upsetting the world I knew.
Grieving for friends and loved ones that face days whispering good-bye and
until we meet again. Grieving failures in health. Grieving for those that feel
hopeless. Shedding tears at sunrises and sunsets. Crying instead of writing
because I just don’t know what to write. Not writing because I don’t want to process
the pain…I want to ignore it. Crying because I know the people around me are
trying to piece together broken hearts.
Praying for peace in these moments. Praying for clarity of what to do
and how to help. Praying for direction and grace.
We have attended many funerals in the last year. One was for
a man that took my family under his wing and spent time with us like we were
family. Truly reminding me that family is not made just through blood but in
love as well. His influence on my children is something I count as one of my
most precious blessings. When my parents divorced and created chaos he blessed
us with calm. Only ever a phone call away he was the ultimate neighbor.
Offering helping hands, serving in times of need, teaching the younger generations
about work and ornery fun. He set an example that I pray will always stick with
my family. There was no other place for us than beside his family in his final
days and in the months since. I consider his daughter a sister in every way
that counts and I will be there for her and his family, in every way that I
can.
Another funeral was for a good man that decided that this earthly life was not something he could bear anymore. I stood speechless in shock when I got the message and have since ached for his family. I ache for him that his hope was so shrouded in pain that he felt the need to ask Father to welcome him home. I ache every day for the pain that his family is walking through. For the days they are missing his presence. For the minutes they wonder why. In the moments that they can only look to heaven, waiting for the answers that will come some day. I pray that they are blessed with the courage, strength and wisdom that will carry them through today and into tomorrow. I pray that they see the joy and his love in the moments knowing that even if he isn’t physically with them, he is still always right beside them. I was not close to this man but his daughter is an amazing woman and I consider her a soul sister, knowing her blesses me and I will always be there for her.
Another funeral was for a good man that decided that this earthly life was not something he could bear anymore. I stood speechless in shock when I got the message and have since ached for his family. I ache for him that his hope was so shrouded in pain that he felt the need to ask Father to welcome him home. I ache every day for the pain that his family is walking through. For the days they are missing his presence. For the minutes they wonder why. In the moments that they can only look to heaven, waiting for the answers that will come some day. I pray that they are blessed with the courage, strength and wisdom that will carry them through today and into tomorrow. I pray that they see the joy and his love in the moments knowing that even if he isn’t physically with them, he is still always right beside them. I was not close to this man but his daughter is an amazing woman and I consider her a soul sister, knowing her blesses me and I will always be there for her.
This last weekend has yet again rocked my world. Sitting
around the campfire with dear friends I got a phone call that I never expected
to receive. My 22yo cousin sought the peace of heaven and chose to leave this
world of chaos behind. Very sadly I say that I am not close to him in any way
beyond nearly sharing a birthday. He’s 14 years younger than I and we grew up
in different worlds. Living only 45 minutes in distance away from him yet quite
obviously a world away. He was such a handsome, smart and talented young man
that was friends with and loved by many. I can honestly say he always had a
smile on his face when I saw him. That alone is why my heart aches for failing
him. We all struggle and I have no doubt that he faced his battles and that
they were this overwhelming. My heart aches at the reality of his pain. There
are days that only hope has kept me moving. Knowing that he couldn’t find any,
that he felt so alone, I weep for him. I weep for my aunt and uncle and the
ache of their empty arms. I ache for my grandmother and other family members
that shed tears for him.
The silence is broken.
I am writing, again. Processing from heart to head and into
black and white. Oh, the praying and crying. I’ve had conversations with my
headed off to high school son about always using his voice. Always reaching
out. Always searching for the hope and accepting the grace that Our Father
blesses us with. I’m whispering to my grandfather, thanking him for being there
to welcome my cousin to heaven. Whispering to my cousin that we will be there
for his parents. Whispering in thanksgiving to Father for the years and moments
we have and that He is enough to guide me through all of these final good-byes.
I’m so thankful to have spent the weekend with friends that hugged and loved me
through the distraction and daze of the weekend. He knew that camping with my
friend who lost her father in a similar manner would have been difficult, too
much, for both of us. So as sad as I was that those plans did not come
together, I do have a glimpse of the bigger picture. Which keeps me counting
blessings, the easy and the hard.
My life mantra has been that we are not guaranteed tomorrow
so live right now, it’s all we’ve got. Never have I been so reminded of this as
I have in the last 16 months. You are precious in His sight. There is a plan
for you. If you’re caught in the darkness, reach out, even if it’s just to me,
I’ll reach back. He is leading all of us down a path, a path I pray you will be
anxious to explore. A path that is full of promise and hope. A path that I
truly believe is going to bless countless others. With His gifts of faith, hope,
love and grace we can do anything. I pray that I can teach my children through
these experiences how to lean on others, ask for help and put one foot in front
of the other as well as be the shoulder to lean and hand to hold for others.
It’s hard not to get lost in the grief, so hard, but sometimes the sunshine on
my face, storm clouds rolling in and rainbows dancing above is what gets me
through. Not to forget the pheasants, hawks and eagles that are sent to cross
my path but that’s a whole new post.
Accept the Father’s love, receive His grace, choose joy and
hope for your daily walk.
Share His love, grace and peace as you step out in faith
that He is always by your side.