When I look back at how God’s ways in my life molded me, I realized how many times His silences hurt me occasionally. But they helped me too, painfully but beautifully.
I had to learn the lessons the hard way, but these lessons would really stay with me all my life.
There were long and difficult seasons when I wondered if He had forgotten me. But those times really taught me to trust Him more even if I didn’t understand His ways.
At times, I don’t physically see if He’s moving at all the way I needed Him too. And I trust that where He works silently in the background is when He moves me more deeply and mightily.
Admittedly, I have a love-hate relationship with God. And even though it’s invisible for some, it has become evergreen and more real for me over the years.
God speaks to us not only in the Bible but even in our tough situations, through people, through signs and wonders that are not seen by the naked eye but only for the discerning and yearning heart.
God speaks ever so loudly in my pain and suffering which I have aplenty. But in the same way God allows my affliction, He gives so rich a consolation and comforts me in my isolation with ways only He could.
In the same way that I have suffered much, I have also learned how to be content and happy with what little I have.
And with the abounding grace and love that I receive from my few dear ones and in the kindness of strangers, I commit to be a conduit of this same grace and love towards others along this rough journey called life.
We may not always tread upon sunlit gardens or enjoy our ideal vacations. For some of us, we’ll have to endure long hours of thankless and exhausting service, but the love that we receive from God and give to people would be the same love we will receive in one way or another.
At the end of the day, it’s love that endures to trust and thrive in the most silent and darkest times is what truly matters after all. Only love wins the day.