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“A Prayer for When God Seems Silent”


I know I’m not the only one who sometimes goes through life and doesn’t always stop to think of what God is doing. As I walk around my neighborhood, I rarely think, “wow, God has created these trees. He has made the people to make these streets. I haven’t even prayed for the ability to be able to walk… and yet He created me to.” I don’t think I’ve ever stopped to thank the Lord for answering needs I haven’t even prayed.

Yet I am quick to cry to Him for the prayers He doesn’t seem to hear. Oh I know He hears them, and I know He IS answering them, but I still lament to Him that I know better. And if He only knew how much sweeter my life would be if He… blessed me with a better paying job, or if He put a total 10 Christian man in my life, the list could just go on and on and on…. and He is silent.

As I cry in my apartment about the life I think I want, questioning God’s sovereignty… begging Him to tell me what I need to do… He is silent. I turn away from Him at these times. I turn to people who are not silent. I ask friends for their opinions. And when I come back to talk to God- to help me discern these opinions; He is still silent.

Through His perfect silence, He brings me back to Him, over and over. Through His silence, His presence is felt. His love is loud. He reminds me that He has never broken a promise to me. That historically, in the Bible, and in our lives, He has loved, carried, led, and redeemed us.

So when I’m sitting in the silence of the Lord, I need to remember that I am still in the presence of Him- not forgotten.

“I cry aloud to God,

aloud to God, and he will hear me.

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;

in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;

my soul refuses to be comforted.

When I remember God, I moan;

when I meditate, my spirit faints. Selah

You hold my eyelids open;

I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I consider the days of old,

the years long ago.

I said,“Let me remember my song in the night;

let me meditate in my heart.”

Then my spirit made a diligent search:

“Will the Lord spurn forever,

and never again be favorable?

Has his steadfast love forever ceased?

Are his promises at an end for all time?

Has God forgotten to be gracious?

Has he in anger shut up his compassion?” Selah

 Then I said, “I will appeal to this,

to the years of the right hand of the Most High.”

I will remember the deeds of the Lord;

yes, I will remember your wonders of old.

I will ponder all your work,

and meditate on your mighty deeds.

Your way, O God, is holy.

What god is great like our God?

You are the God who works wonders;

you have made known your might among the peoples.

You with your arm redeemed your people,

the children of Jacob and Joseph. Selah

When the waters saw you, O God,

when the waters saw you, they were afraid;

indeed, the deep trembled.

The clouds poured out water;

the skies gave forth thunder;

your arrows flashed on every side.

The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind;

your lightnings lighted up the world;

the earth trembled and shook.

Your way was through the sea,

your path through the great waters;

yet your footprints were unseen.

You led your people like a flock

by the hand of Moses and Aaron.”

-Psalm 77:1-20

Father, I pray that when you seem silent I can sit in your silence. I pray that your silence does not mean to give up the hopes of my heart, but rather to turn to you when I’m hurting. That when I’m comparing myself to the lives of others- that your silence is really just you listening to my pain. That even though it’s not justified, You hear me. You love me. You truly are the best Friend for not interrupting me, even though I wish you would. Thank you for Your silence, because I know the silence is not a lack of love or of guidance. That when I wish Your way was more clear to me, I need to remember “your footprints {are} unseen,” but you are still leading your people. In your silence I can still cry/ scream/ be silent… as long as I remember to turn to You. And God, when I don’t turn to you, don’t be gentle in Your reminders to me. Shake me.


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