Life is all about seasons, isn’t it?
Some of those seasons we love – like when our marriage is strong, our kids are thriving, our self-esteem is healthy, and we are meeting regularly with God.
But some seasons rock us to the core – like when our child is struggling, or we discover our husband’s secret, or our finances hit rock bottom, or when God seems far away.
Oh I’ve been through so many different seasons in my lifetime. Some of them flew by while others dragged on for what seemed like forever. Nonetheless, I’ve learned something from each one.
– I’ve seen the blessing that comes from heart-wrenching perseverance.
– I’ve felt the joy that comes from sticking it out when you want to walk away.
– I’ve met so intimately with God who stood next to me in the fire.
– I’ve learned how relationships work, and how to know when they’ve become toxic.
– I’ve grasp the concept of forgiveness.
– I’ve experienced radical redemption.
For the past few years, God and I have had some very honest conversation about … me.
He has spoken His delight over me like a proud Papa. He has uncovered deep-in-my-DNA lies that have crushed my spirit because of the sexual abuse I experienced as a 4-year-old. God has asked me to surrender in many areas of my life, causing me to face fear and pride in the process. We’ve been rewiring my responses when I feel not good enough. God has given me ample opportunities to set more realistic expectations in relationships. He has called me out of my comfort zone in ministry, more than once.
Let’s just say… “It’s been a season.”
But, a new season has blown my way. One of silence.
“… a time to be silent and a time to speak…” (Ecclesiastes 3:7b)
Now I am not a woman anyone would accuse of being too… quiet. I am rarely without words to share. I have the gift of gab, and am quick on my feet.
But I have nothing to say right now, and it’s the oddest thing.
A bloggie idea will pop into my head and leave just as quickly. I’ll sit down to write and find myself checking the latest Target ad.
And oddly, I am liking the silence.
Several of my local friends have questioned my quiet. Many of you have noticed and checked in. Even my man is noticing a lack of verbal banter.
I guess I am kind of chatty, eh?
But you know what? I’m learning to trust God with my seasons, and look for Him in the midst of them.
And honestly, when I speak… when I write… I want it to mean something. I don’t want to just blog for blogging sake. I don’t want to stand in front of women and speak without intention.
There’s enough mindless chatter out there… amen?
– I want my words to be few, if that is God’s will.
– I want my words to glorify Him, rather than point my direction.
– I want my words to matter, because life is short.
Girls, don’t be afraid of the different seasons that blow in and out of your life. It’s the ebb and flow of existence on planet earth, and it’s good. It’s God-approved.
And it promises a bit of wisdom if you let it.
If you are enjoying a season of goodness and bounty, celebrate God’s faithfulness! Remember to stay connected with Jesus, and thank Him. He is the Giver of all things.
If you’re in a hard season right now, know that God is with you. He has allowed this time only for your benefit and His glory. I am sorry you have the privilege of weathering this storm. But thank Him during this time, too. Praise is a powerful weapon against discouragement.
I have no doubt this season of quiet will be ending soon. God has plans for this warrior, and He knows my temper-tantrum tendencies when I am sidelined too long.
I am just so built for the battle.
But until then… I am going to embrace the silence and look for Him in it.
What season are you in right now, and what is God showing you through it?
©2013 Carey Scott