"In much wisdom is much grief"
In the first sentences of deep river, grief is introduced. At first I was taken aback and uncomfortable with the start of the novel. However, then I realized, that reaction was my own instant reaction to want to romanticize everything. We want everything to start and end happy, or "nice." But in raw, real, truth, are things always that way? Does every ending end well? Does every middle of a story even have a white carriage and a prince charming? or huge salaries and nice cars? No. Let's get real here, the middle of most stories is the time of a person's life where they might begin experiencing true pain, or true grief. In the last two years of my own life I have experienced the loss of 11 people I have known. 2 years ago began the middle of my story I have come to believe. You see, we are children and we grow and learn in an imaginative fantasy play world, then we grow older and learn to use our minds academically, and then when that is near its end (depending on how many degrees we choose to pursue these days) we then grow to use our hearts in new ways, ways of maturity, healing, and power. These grievances, trials, and tribulations shape our paths and stories and mature our minds and hearts. Therefore it is through the pain that we become those who we are currently striving to become.
Grief grows us.
through suffering comes wisdom, in our trials we are grown and taught, and through our growth we learn to persevere.
James 1:2.
Danielle Nicole.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Silent God.
Where is God in His silence?
So much can be said in what we do not say, in fact, just as much if not more than what we do say. There is a power in what we omit, & this goes for God too. There is a cliche quote I once heard (yes, that I love) that reads,
"Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take,
but by the moments that take your breath away."
Now as cheesy or cliche as this quote is, I love it and am reminded of it in thinking about the silence of God because the statement points out the valuable parts or moments of life. It is in these moments that we become speechless, that a loss for words occurs. I think the reason the moments in our life that are extremely sacred, painful and precious, are left with a lack of words to describe or account for them is because of the power that silence has.
In the last 2 years I have experienced the loss of 11 people that were close to me, at least at one time or another. Only 2 of those passed due to a factor of old age, the rest were within a couple years older or younger than myself. In this time of tragedy and complete pain in trying to deal and understand the events I felt God's silence.
This silence made me angry with God.
I wanted explanation, and justice, and comfort from Him in this mess.
But instead I got silence, and more loss, and more silence.
But as I look back and think about how I handled the events and how the people around me tried to help and encourage me I realize that I longed for silence in that time.
Every time someone passed, I was reached out to in a variety of ways and verses. People tried to tell me they knew how I felt, or that they had no idea how I felt. People sent me verse after verse, and note after note asking me what they could do or what they could say that would comfort me.
But I didn't want words. There were no words for the pain that I was experiencing. Or no words for the ways that I would grow because of the events. I didn't crave words, in fact, I ran from them all. I craved silence. Silence was more healing than any words could stand for.
Because there is an incredible power in silence.
Danielle Nicole
So much can be said in what we do not say, in fact, just as much if not more than what we do say. There is a power in what we omit, & this goes for God too. There is a cliche quote I once heard (yes, that I love) that reads,
"Life isn't measured by the number of breaths you take,
but by the moments that take your breath away."
Now as cheesy or cliche as this quote is, I love it and am reminded of it in thinking about the silence of God because the statement points out the valuable parts or moments of life. It is in these moments that we become speechless, that a loss for words occurs. I think the reason the moments in our life that are extremely sacred, painful and precious, are left with a lack of words to describe or account for them is because of the power that silence has.
In the last 2 years I have experienced the loss of 11 people that were close to me, at least at one time or another. Only 2 of those passed due to a factor of old age, the rest were within a couple years older or younger than myself. In this time of tragedy and complete pain in trying to deal and understand the events I felt God's silence.
This silence made me angry with God.
I wanted explanation, and justice, and comfort from Him in this mess.
But instead I got silence, and more loss, and more silence.
But as I look back and think about how I handled the events and how the people around me tried to help and encourage me I realize that I longed for silence in that time.
Every time someone passed, I was reached out to in a variety of ways and verses. People tried to tell me they knew how I felt, or that they had no idea how I felt. People sent me verse after verse, and note after note asking me what they could do or what they could say that would comfort me.
But I didn't want words. There were no words for the pain that I was experiencing. Or no words for the ways that I would grow because of the events. I didn't crave words, in fact, I ran from them all. I craved silence. Silence was more healing than any words could stand for.
Because there is an incredible power in silence.
Danielle Nicole
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