Well folks it’s been a little bit since I posted on here and I apologize for that. I’ve had a couple people ask me when I was gonna be writing more and I’m gonna be transparent with you in this post.
I have been facing some battles in my mind, struggling with unfulfilled dreams and plans of where my life would be at this current moment.
I have had to try to encourage myself in the Lord, let alone try to encourage others.
Over the past two weeks I’ve sat down and tried to write but every time I’ve tried, nothing. It’s like I keep trying to drive the car full speed ahead and keep hitting the same brick wall over and over again.
Sometimes there’s just nothing to say. Just Silence.
Life doesn’t always turn out the way you expected it to. Plans fall through. Dreams are shattered. Goals are unaccomplished. And you are left with nothing to say.
Unlike my first post, there are times in life that you can’t even manage to get out a simple Why.
There’s just nothing.
I am reminded of the patriarch Jacob in the moments after his world caved in, being told his beloved son Joseph was dead.
Past the point of comfort, with nothing to be said, all he is left with is silence and a bloody coat.
How many times do we find ourselves in that same place as Jacob? Mourning over our own bloody coat representing every lost dream, every heartache, every dead Joseph. Refusing to be comforted by those around us, even refusing comfort from God.
Like Martha, we bury our Lazarus, and have no desire to bring him back out. No faith of the resurrection of our Lazarus, no return of our Joseph.
Silence becomes our only companion.
What is there to say when unspeakable tragedy hits us unaware? When words of solace are nowhere to be found and all there is to be heard is the absence of words.
While we sit and mourn over what we believe we have lost, Joseph is on the other side of the desert insuring our survival.
While we seal the tomb, Lazarus is listening for the call as the resurrection looks for the sprouting of faith.
I have found myself many times in this place of Silence and if perhaps you find yourself there right now, I believe I have a word from the Lord for your situation.
Perhaps in the silence, God is speaking. You need only be still and listen for his voice in your situation.
When all you have to offer is no words and bitter tears, He hears and He understands. Your tears are being stored as a memorial ever before His face.
On the other side of the silence, Joseph, your dreamer is alive and well. Don’t give up on your dreams! Don’t give up on your prayer requests! Be faithful through the Silence!
At the end of the road, you may very well see and realize this solemn truth:
Sometimes Silence is your Salvation.