Sarah Nyhan

I Gave Up

#silence

  • Silence

    It really hit me the other day when I was reminded that the Israelites waited over 400 years for a word from God before The Word was sent to them in flesh.

    How long did Abraham and Sarah wait in silence for Isaac?

    How long did Joseph wait in the prison in silence?

    How long did Moses wait in the desert in silence?

    And then our Jesus. Silent for three long days.

    Then the biggest things. Stories that are told now for how many years? All over. Probably multiple times a day for thousands of years. Pretty incredible if you think about it that way. Going from nothing to something so big that people are still talking about it thousands of years later.

    Will we trust that God still loves us that much? Is still very much alive and still very much cares? That we are not abandoned, but truly beloved children?

    What if God still wanted to show off for us today? Collectively and individually. For us. For me. For you. Is God still that big? Still that personal?

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  • I’m Here

    I was led through an exercise where I was asked to think of a place where I would like to meet Jesus. Any place. If I could decide to meet Him anywhere. Then to picture me and Jesus in that place.

    What does the place look like? Smell like? Feel like? Etc?

    What does Jesus look like? Is He touching me? If so, what does that touch look like? Feel like?

    Does Jesus say anything to me? What does He say? And finally, what are His eyes saying?

    I don’t want to share the rest of the details, but for me, Jesus said He enjoys me and it’s ok to be silent.

    It’s ok to be me and not have anything to say. I can stop all my trying to force connections. With Him and others. Give space. Trust Him. Stop trying to carry the whole world on my shoulders sometimes.

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