There are times in one’s life when it’s really better to shut up. Sometimes it is other people you wish would shut up, but I’m talking about those moments when it is far better to just shut up yourself.
Because there’s nothing to say. Life is what it is. What’s happening is happening. There’s no explaining it and there’s really nothing more to be said.
If God is over it, then He has allowed it. So just shut up.
He wills my good.
He denies me nothing that is good.
And I could wax on about him testing me, transforming me into his likeness, refining me, burning off the dross, carving away whatever is not intended to be of me, working all things together for my good. His kindness. I could. But I’m not going to.
Because I don’t have to defend him to myself. I don’t have to explain him to myself. I’m OK. I know him.
I know his faithfulness.
I know his kindness.
I know his mystery.
It feels to me right now that there is so much coming against me that I should just try and stay as quiet and still as possible, keep my eyes open and hope that nothing hits me right in the face.
There’s no point trying to keep all the balls in the air, there are too many balls. So I’m just going to lie down in the ball pit, keep my face visible so I can breathe and wait for the next thing to happen. This thought is a huge relief.
Of course maybe it’ll be another ball. But maybe it’ll be a hand helping me out of the pit.
And while I’m in the pit, how can I know what else I am being protected from?
So, Josie. Just shut up and wait. Wait for hope to appear.