This week is one of the many times lately I have found myself at a loss for words. I’m generally a pretty chatty person, so when I’m left with nothing to say it’s hard to know what to do with it.
Have you ever found yourself at a loss for words? I mean REALLY at a loss for words? I’ve found myself at such a loss for words at times that I didn’t even know what to pray. I couldn’t offer up not one sound to the Lord, not one. My prayers came instead via cheeks that were wet in silence. All I could even think was “Lord, hear my heart.”
Maybe you’ve found yourself at a loss for a words in your own circumstances. Maybe you don’t even have the words to pray. Maybe a friend has come to you and shared something leaving you nothing to offer in return, no advice, no encouragement, just silence. Sometimes the best things we can offer in times like these come in silence.
Now when Job’s three friends heard of all this adversity that had come upon him, each one came from his own place—Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite. For they had made an appointment together to come and mourn with him, and to comfort him. And when they raised their eyes from afar, and did not recognize him, they lifted their voices and wept; and each one tore his robe and sprinkled dust on his head toward heaven. So they sat down with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his grief was very great. Job 2:11-13 NKJV
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to quit searching. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
This week is full of a lot of hard milestones for our family combined with attempts to heal and let go, but trying to sit and write a blog while mulling through the storm in your own heart is tricky. Do people really want to hear yet again about the struggles I’m having? How can my little chaos be a blessing to anyone? How can I offer encouragement when I need to be encouraged myself? How do I offer up a blog when I don’t even have words to offer up in prayer?
Likewise the Spirit also helps our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searches the hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because he makes intercession for the saints according to the will of God. Romans 8:26-27