Do You Need Silence?

Long ago, when my oldest were little, I was invited to be part of a Bible study. A good friend invited me along. It probably doesn’t seem like it to those who know me, but when I enter a new group of people I get shy and nervous. But, I went with my friend and walked into a small group of women, most of whom I didn’t know.

Little did I know that evening would become my favorite evening every week. I looked forward to it eagerly and hungrily. I came to love those women like sisters. We cried together, prayed together, ate delicious desserts together, and learned so much about God together.

The leader of that group became a dear dear friend and mentor to me. She modeled godly life and love daily to me for many years. I still consider her one of the dearest souls I know, though we don’t see each other as often as we used to. While that Thursday night Bible study is no more, the lessons I learned and the relationships I made have stuck with me for 20 years.

I just had coffee with that wonderful mentor. I don’t think we’ve sat down together for five years which is just awful. But it was a sweet time today. She’s still just as amazing at turning every person she meets towards Jesus. She’s still just as encouraging and optimistic. I learned a lot about how to look at life from her.

Today as we were catching up, she was sharing a story about someone she’s been trying to encourage. Someone who fills their time and minutes to their fullest and yet is left wanting. One thing she was always so good at and I’ve tried to learn from her, is to ask good questions.

She asked this friend, “Do you think you need more silence in your life?”

That just struck me so profoundly.

Silence.

Pacific Ocean, San Diego

When do we experience silence? Do we ever purposefully sit in silence? And when it is silent, are we filling it with our own thoughts, to do lists, projects?

Are we ever truly just silent? Mind and body still? Just listening?

It was a convicting thought. One I intend to ponder.

When we drive is the music filling the space? Or maybe screaming kids? When we fold laundry or do dishes, are we listening to a podcast or YouTube videos? When we sit on the porch are we scrolling Facebook?

I used to be much worse at filling every white space on my calendar. I used to look at an empty day as a place to put another activity, say yes to another playdate, drive to another event. Now, I look at those white spaces and see opportunity to say no, stay home, rest, catch up on things, and just be present with my family.

So, I’d say I’ve improved as far as how busy I am. I still have a ways to go. But to really just be silent…

That’s a new opportunity for learning and growth for sure.

You’ve seen the saying “Be still and know I am God” on signs and t-shirts. But have you ever really stopped to think about what that means or where it’s from?

Psalm 46:10

“Be still, and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!”

God will be exalted in the nations and the earth. It’s inevitable. It may not seem like it in the chaos of our world, but it’s coming. Be sure of that. And be at peace. Whatever you are going through, whatever chaos, crisis, catastrophe you are facing, Be Still.

Be still and know that he is God. He is on His throne. He has your best interests at heart. And He’s powerful enough to see it through to completion.

Do you need a little more silence in your life? I do. It’s time to let those white spaces on our calendar be silence. It’s time to sit and listen without asking, pleading, wanting. It’s time to know that He is God.

Capture and Hold

The are moments in life you want to capture and hold onto. This is one of those moments.

Moms used to tell me “enjoy these moments, they go by so fast” when my bigs were little. I get it now. The time truly does fly by in the blink of an eye and leaves you wondering what just happened and where it all went. Just last night Liv said “you know 2002 was 22 years ago.” Give me a minute to go lie down.

There are times when I miss when my oldest two were little boys, but watching them live God-honoring lives is something so indescribable and awesome. I’m so proud of them and the paths they’ve chosen with God’s help.

Recently our grandson (yes that still feels really strange to say but I love it) was dedicated. The pastor who dedicated him had dedicated his mama, our dear Liv, when she was a baby and married her and Samuel. He was reminiscing about it and mentioned what an amazing young man Samuel is. He said “shout out to his parents who did an amazing job raising him”. I wanted to shout out “it certainly wasn’t us! God interceded a lot!”.

I stand in awe of the young men Samuel and Isaiah have become in spite of our parenting. Andrew and I have told our boys numerous times they were our guinea pigs and we messed up more with them than their siblings. God knew and extended a lot of grace during those years when we were just wandering lost in the parenting forest.

Looking back, I’m so thankful for a few things.

One, obviously, is God’s grace. He was always with us, guiding and directing and convicting when needed. And He is with us still. Never forget that, mama. When you are up in the middle of the night with a sick child, when there’s behaviors you don’t know what to do with, when people judge and criticize you for your choices. God is with you. And He desires to lavish wisdom and strength on you. Just ask and see if He doesn’t do it!

Two, I’m so thankful for godly parents who were in the thick of it or had just gone through it. There were so many people God placed in our lives who passed on godly wisdom to us in the exact moment we needed it. And did it with grace and love. We’re still friends with these people and can look back together on all God did for our families when our kids were little. Find your tribe, mama. Find those women who walk with God, seek His wisdom, and love you and your family well. Align yourself with other families who spend time in God’s Word and with His people. We were built for community!

Third I’m so thankful for prayer. I’ve spent countless hours praying for my kids. And I won’t stop! I can’t tell you the many times the Holy Spirit has intervened for my kids because I’ve prayed. I can’t tell you how many times the Holy Spirit has convicted me to stop and pray for my kids. Some of those instances I don’t even know the outcome of. I just know I was told to pray and I did. Mamas, listen to that still small voice and that uneasy feeling in your gut. It’s God. He wants to commune with you!

Parenting isn’t easy. And when they are little it can be so hard and feel so endless. It sounds cliche but try to remember it really does go by so fast. Capture those sweet moments when you can and hold on to those when times are tough. It makes all the difference!

Worry Into Prayer

As we’ve been dreaming and scheming over this winter, I’ve felt more anxiety than ever in my life. There are so many unknowns and I love to know. There are so many what ifs and I don’t like to play those out in my mind. There are so many new experiences and my mind has tried to process it all. There’s so much new knowledge and as my sister told me, “only so many plates can fit on the table before they start falling off the edge”.

Through it all God has been so faithful. There have been quite a few moments where Andrew and I have looked at each other and said, “Should we just quit? What in the world are we doing? This is too much. I don’t think it’s going to work.”

But God.

Every time we find ourselves at that breaking point, God steps in. His words are life-giving and He shows up in big ways. And I’m always humbled and always awed. At this point in my life I probably shouldn’t be. I mean, he’s come through for the last 42 years. Why do I think He won’t this time?

And, yet, I keep finding myself worrying and fretting. I keep getting to the point of giving up. Someday I’ll learn… maybe.

This latest habitual cycle surrounded newspaper, cardboard, and compost. Sounds ridiculous when I write it out, but there you have it. Who knew you could have anxiety over finding enough trash and poop, but turns out you can!

But God.

I was chatting with my milk guy about starting a CSA and he got so excited. He was thrilled and wanted to tell all the other families that get milk from him. As I drove away from his house, I was feeling so anxious. I should feel excited when people want to sign up but I wasn’t feeling it that day. So I prayed as I drove. I asked God to provide the compost and newspaper we needed.

It was a 30 minute drive to where I was headed. When I got there I checked my phone and I had a couple texts from my milk guy. One said, “hey, you can use my tractor anytime you want and I have a huge pile of compost and a couple farmers I know have compost too.” The next said, “my wife can get pallets and pallets of old newspaper if you need it.”

I mean, could God be any more visible than that?? Here I am worrying and God has it all lined up already. I even told God one day, “if you really want us to do this, then you have to provide what we need.”

God’s like, yeah, I know. I already have it sorted out.

I’m not usually a worrier. But this has often seemed huge to me. I’m guessing you have something in your life that seems huge too. Maybe you’re trying to launch a business, maybe you’re facing some serious difficulties with your spouse or with a child. I don’t know how this is going to all turn out, for you or me, but I do know God is here, ever present and ready to hear our prayers and answer them.

I remember a pastor once tell a story. A man came to him and said, “I don’t know how to meditate. You say meditate on the Word but I don’t know how. What does that look like?” The pastor replied, “everyone knows how to meditate. Do you worry?” The man answered, “yes, sometimes.” The pastor asked, “what does it look like when you worry?” “Well,” the man replied, “I usually can’t stop thinking about whatever it is that’s worrying me. I go over and over it in my mind, thinking through all the possible outcomes.”

“Then you know how to meditate”, the pastor told him.

Did you know you get to choose what you spend your time thinking about and worrying about? You really do. It may seem impossible but you can take captive every thought. I’m not saying it’s easy but it is possible.

And when I find myself worrying, mulling something over and over in my mind, I know it’s time to pray. I can turn those worries into prayers pretty easily by focusing them upward instead of in a speak in my mind. I’m not perfect at it, but I sure have had a lot of practice this winter!

Guaranteed I’ll have more opportunities to practice this. But I’m not going to worry about that! (See what I did there?;))