When the teacher is silent. Monday, Sep 8 2008 

I recently heard an idea about why we sometimes feel that God isn’t speaking to us.  It was something to the affect of this:  When students are taking a test, the teacher is silent.  He can’t help his students no matter how much he may want to.  He hopes they have studied and know what they need to get them through it.  The students may raise their hands and want to ask the teacher something about the test, but the teacher cannot answer their questions.  That wouldn’t help the student.  He has to sit back and hope they do good.  

Sometimes I feel like that student.  I raise my hands again and again and ask God for help as I am walking through something hard.  Still, He is silent.  I get frustrated.  I know that He is there, but He won’t say anything.  I wish He would speak to me, but still, He is silent.  The test gets harder and I start to wave my arms around wildly, now begging for God to speak to me and give me the answers to get out of my test faster, but still, silence.

When the test is over, I am tired.  I may be worn from having to fight so hard to mentally get through my test.  Mostly, I am a little confused as to why God did not come in and help me out with my test when He so clearly could, because He knows all the answers.  

It’s then that He speaks.  He tells me that I had to take the test on my own, but that I was never alone.  He was there.  He was willing me forward, but He, like the wise and silent school teacher, knows that I will never learn what I need for the next part of my life, if I don’t go through the test on my own, being forced to recall all that He has taught me in our times together.  These times are so important.  They fuel the harder parts of life.  They are what He has provided for us so that we can know how to handle the tests when they come.  And they will come.  But we can close our eyes and lean on what He has already provided.  His Word, His amazing grace, and His love, which are with us always.  

Don’t wonder why He is not speaking to you during the test.  Remember that He already has, and that you need to take the test in order to be able to move on.  He has spoken already, and He will continue to do so.  He is always perfect  in His timing.  He won’t forget to give you what you need.  Trust Him.

An Idle Mind… Monday, Sep 8 2008 

You know the rest.  I have realized that sometimes I feel like I’m doing good, because I am getting by pretty well, but lately I think boredom and doing nothing are worse than doing something and failing.  I am too manic sometimes, REALLY up when I’m up, but REALLY down when I’m done.  I know life is about balance, and I’ve realized that having an idle mind is also an extreme.  We have to be listening to God so He can speak to us, and He will speak.  The opposite extreme would be to think that I have to be so focused on the Lord that I miss Him in the journey of life that is passing me by while I have my head in the clouds.  Balance.  It’s hard.

The Walk… Wednesday, Sep 3 2008 

So, Joey is now 1 year, 1 week, and 1 day old.  He is walking with a walker toy, he is walking while holding onto the coffee table or any other piece of furniture, he is walking while holding our hands.  He is just not walking on his own completely yet.  It’s dumb, but you feel so much pressure as a mom, especially since he is our first, to meet these milestones at a certain time.  Other moms will tell you how quickly their child walked or did certain things, and you cringe, and want to defend this baby that you love more than anything in the earth!  Well, one day at a time, and (pardon my pun) step by step.  I know that all-too-soon he will be running away into his bright, bright future, and I will be longing again for the days when Joey was so dependent on me.  I don’t want to rush past these precious times, so I just try to remember to enjoy every moment to it’s fullest!  Joey will walk soon, and when he does, I will be happy, and yet feel a bittersweet sadness as well, realizing that it’s just one more way that my boy is growing up.  I just need to remember to enjoy the journey.