Good day from Colorado, where we have blue skies nearly 365 days of the year! Thanks for stopping by my blog, where we discuss life, faith, and the sometimes bumpy walk with Christ.
In the days between the Cross and the Resurrection, there was a heavy, holy silence. The disciples felt like stumbling sheep in the dark, wondering where the Light had gone. I know that silence well. It was the sound of our house every afternoon while my mother worked her daily 16 hours.
For you, the silence might have felt like neglect, but for me and my brother, it became our sanctuary. We were each other’s “flock” in the quiet. We didn’t have a magic wand to bring Mom home early, so we learned to grow in the hidden places. People on the sidelines might think nothing is happening in the silence, but that is often where God does His deepest work. In those “latch-key” hours, my brother and I cultivated a bond that was born out of necessity but sustained by a love that only the “left behind” can understand.
The Takeaway for Us
- The Hidden Growth: Just because the house is quiet doesn’t mean God isn’t moving. Some of your greatest strengths were built in the hours you spent waiting.
- The Bond of the Flock: When the “adults” are away, God often provides a brother or a sister to be your witness and your strength.
Community Challenge
Did you grow up in a “quiet house”? How did the silence of your childhood shape the way you hear God’s voice today?
Scripture & Prayer
- Scripture: “For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.” — Psalm 62:5
- Prayer: Father, I thank You for being there in the quiet hours of my childhood. I thank You for the bond I shared with my brother in that empty house. Heal the lonely places in my heart and remind me that You never left us alone. Amen.
The Spiritual Seal
Remember: You are not defined by the years the locusts have eaten, but by the new thing God is doing in your life today. The tomb is empty, and your story is rising. See you Tuesday!
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One response to “The Theology of the Quiet House: Finding God in the Silence”
Wow! Reflecting on the 16-hour work days my mom put in and what my brother and I experienced while she was away truly stuns me. The brain is such a powerful organ—it can shut down thoughts and lock away memories of those difficult sitters just to protect us. I might have mistimed when this post should publish, but perhaps it’s exactly when it needed to be shared.
What I’m remembering here are the Sundays, the one day she was usually home. My brother and I loved them because they meant freedom. It was the one day we got to stay in and watch shows like The Wonderful World of Disney and Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. It was also the one day he stayed near the house; if I hadn’t written this down, I might never have been able to truly cherish those moments. Usually, he would disappear until late in the day. It’s clear God’s hand was on him, keeping him safe among friends even when no one knew where he was.
I hope this post serves as a gentle reminder to hold onto the moments that bring us peace and to cherish the people who make us feel safe. ~Annette