Urgency in the sound &Power in the Silence

Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”
― Leonardo da Vinci

We wait for the loudest sound before we act. Not much will clear a ball field or a swimming pool quicker than a roll of thunder or a crack of lightning. We all see it coming. The wind picks up, and the gray, angry clouds roll in, but we still sit there, watching the sky, commenting on whether we should pack up or wait it out, and finally we run for cover as the clouds spark.

There is a seeming power in sound. The throaty roll of an engine coming to life or the roar of the crowd as the cheering intensifies. We are drawn to believe that what is loudest holds the greatest power — that volume commands influence. And though there is truth in the thunder, not all strength needs to shout. Sometimes, power moves in silence, and influence flows in barely audible whispers

After the earthquake, there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a still, small voice. – 1 Kings 19:12

The most powerful forces in nature occur in the vastness of the universe. Exploding stars, massive black holes, and Gamma bursts produce unimaginable forces in absolute silence.

I think we have fallen for the folly that to be successful, you have to have a platform that makes noise. You have the bang your drum and stand before an audience of thousands to have an impact. Those ways can be good, and they have their place, but we must not forget about Betelgeuse.

Betelgeuse is a red super-giant star in the constellation of Orion, and when Betelgeuse goes supernova, it is said it will shine in our night sky brighter than the moon for several months. Everyone on Earth will look up and take notice, and will be impacted by the beauty or just be in awe of the powerful mute death of a star.

A silent hug, or a whisper of encouragement in a friends ear can feel like a supernova inside someone who is hurting. A hand on a shoulder or your best friend showing up in an ER waiting room, without saying a word, can feel indescribable.

For the ones who are hurting, God may have you where your voice is not heard, or you feel like you aren’t seen. You may believe you aren’t impacting much of anything and in those times discouragement can creep in, grip you, and tell you, you are worthless.

Take that time to listen, to look. God maybe moving in silence. Take this blog for instance, it hasn’t blown up with hundreds of followers in over the couple of years I have been posting. When I started, I imagined I’d be answering emails and messages from readers and it would take up so much of my time and I would be connecting with people from all over the world but In fact, I can admit, it only has a handful of people who even know it exists. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t carry weight or have any impact at all. Maybe God didn’t mean this platform for the world, maybe he meant it for me. There are days when I’m discouraged, and I look back and I read one of my posts, and my very own words cheer me up and give me insight. They are old thoughts in a new season, and like the immense events of the heavens, these words on the screen don’t make a sound.

If you must shout, then shout resoundingly with purpose. But if the moment allows, move with quiet intent—
For silence can strike as powerfully as sound. If you have ever witnessed heat lightning then you know the silent flashes that can wink across a summer sky. Does the lightning lose strength for not roaring like the thunder?

In your experience does the squeaky wheel get the grease or is there something to be said for for quiet authority?

Keep developing yourself and to my future self who is reading this, don’t give up, you are loved.

I thought about sharing, the sound of silence, by Simon and Garfunkel (the remake by Disturbed is amazing in my opinion but I thought this fit better, so enjoy some classic Depeche Mode.

The ‘Y’ matters

Love your neighbor as yourself -Mark 12:31

If people-pleasing were an Olympic event, I’d definitely be standing on the winner’s podium. I have put others before myself for the majority of my adult life and for the most part, I see it as a virtue, something that I can hang my hat on. I nearly always acquiesce to other people’s wants and desires. They are happy and isn’t that a good thing? Wait…what? What do I want? Am I happy? Oh no, that doesn’t really matter as long as others are happy, that’s what matters, and besides, it would be selfish of me to seek my own happiness before others, wouldn’t it?

Thinking of my own happiness makes me nervous. It causes my heart to race, and my mouth to go dry. I’ve actually apologized to God for even entertaining such a, “selfish” thought.

Like a well-traveled antique suitcase, my life’s luggage is stickered with the titles of “people-pleaser”, “Fawn”, “peacekeeper” and, “codependent” and my life’s passport is stamped with “Type 9”, “INFJ”, and “INFP”. If this all sounds like nonsense I’ll leave a few links at the bottom to help make sense of it all. These monikers aren’t necessarily bad things until they are the only things that identify you.

One day I was home alone without a, “honey-do list”. I could do whatever I wanted. The problem was I didn’t know what I wanted. I walked around the house in a circle thinking of what I could do and never did any of them. Eventually, I began to guess what others would like me to do and then, like a good people-pleaser, I did those things. I realized that my identity was based on what I thought others wanted. I was trying to become a mind reader and I was failing at it. My counselor asked me once, “What do you want?” and in response, I just stared at him and after an uncomfortable amount of silence, I declared, “I don’t know.” The honest answer is I probably really do know, but the idea of thinking about my wants is really uncomfortable.

It became scary. I thought I knew who I was. I mean, I’m me, right? I don’t think I’m in the middle of some existential crisis but I think my eyes are opening to the fact that I have been living life for others so fully, that I stopped listening to myself, and even more scary, I stopped listening to God.

A few months ago I was given a book by a church counselor titled, Discover your true self by Jack Ingram. I’ve known for a long time now that God loves me but I didn’t think about how He actually values me. God gave his son to pay for me, that is how valuable I am, and if I have that kind of value, then don’t I matter? Don’t my thoughts and feelings carry weight?

As a people-pleaser, I love the scripture, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself‘. -Mark 12:31. I can do that. I love doing for others. Imagine my world crashing down when it hit me. How can I love my neighbor when I don’t know how to love myself? If I love my neighbor as myself then I’d end up ignoring him and not putting his needs first because that is how I treat myself.

The lie I believed was that to serve others meant I had to neglect myself. Treating myself poorly goes against God’s view of me; someone of immense value, someone worth the death of His son. My father-in-law, told me to live by the acrostic for JOY (Jesus, Others, Yourself.) This at first sounded good and plugged right into my way of thinking until I realized in my version, there was no ‘Y”. For the acrostic to have meaning all three letters must be there. The ‘Y’ matters, I still matter.

This lie of, I don’t matter, and I’m selfish for thinking I do, has built a stronghold in my life. Some days it completely takes me captive till I see myself as a little more than worthless. I had all but stopped writing and doing any type of woodworking. Anything I enjoyed doing was selfish until everyone and everything else had been taken care of.

The good news is God is working on the stronghold. Some days I let him tear it down more than others. He has recently blessed me with tools for my woodworking that I could not afford on my own and He has reignited the spark to write again. Not only am I worth it, but the things I create have value too.

I hope this wasn’t a Debbie Downer for you but an inspiration that you are worth more than you can ever imagine. We will never realize how much we are truly worth until the day we meet God face-to-face. He has given us some good indicators of how he feels about us. Take him at His word and stop believing the lies that are heaped on you by others and the lies we heap on ourselves. You are worth it and you are valuable.

Keep developing yourself and expect more posts from me soon.

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