Silence is golden...
I received a telephone call very late last night that the father of a freshman girl I know was being rushed to the hospital because of a sudden problem with his heart. Needless to say, this was unexpected and the young lady was very distraught about the situation. After she consulted with a few friends at the University, she was advised to not travel home until it was necessary. An hour or so later, her family called her and beckoned her to come home because the situation did not look good at all. Early this morning, the girl's father passed away...
Now, I have heard nothing but great things about this man. He was a strong Christian with the biggest heart that anyone could possibly have. When I heard about what was going on in this young lady's life from a close friend of mine (let's call her Jenee), I could not say anything. While this would normally bug me; that I can't seem to have the proper words to give in a time of need to those who are hurting, it did not bother me today. All I could do was listen. And I recall a time where silence would absolutely bug the heck out of me. But as I've grown and matured, I've come to find that sometimes, silence is what's needed.
Another friend called me extremely upset at the fact that she did not know what to do about the situation, what to say, or how to make things better. As I sat there on the phone in silence, I began to realize that many times, just that silence is the necessary help at the moment. God will use you when He sees fit. And believe me, He knows which situations that you're capable of exerting the strength that He requires, and He knows when He needs you to just physically and emotionally be there. He's wired us all differently to fulfill certain purposes and although we may feel useless sometimes, we are useful to Him. That gives me a sense of hope and security.
After all of that, with tears falling down my face, I had the urge to call my daddy this morning just to hear his voice and hear him breathing. So often, I take the fact that he is alive, well, and active in my life for granted. And quite frankly, it's sad that it takes a situation like this to make me aware that what I have is so precious. I am a blessed young lady to have always had my father in my life and not just physically have him there, but to have him there for mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical support. I love him and I cannot imagine a day without my daddy. I know that there will be a time where God will begin to remove those near and dear to me and take them home to be with Him, and who knows, He might take me first; I just hope that I'm ready. But, all in all, I thank God for blessing my family and friends to see another day and for giving me another chance to say, 'I love you.'
Now, I have heard nothing but great things about this man. He was a strong Christian with the biggest heart that anyone could possibly have. When I heard about what was going on in this young lady's life from a close friend of mine (let's call her Jenee), I could not say anything. While this would normally bug me; that I can't seem to have the proper words to give in a time of need to those who are hurting, it did not bother me today. All I could do was listen. And I recall a time where silence would absolutely bug the heck out of me. But as I've grown and matured, I've come to find that sometimes, silence is what's needed.
Another friend called me extremely upset at the fact that she did not know what to do about the situation, what to say, or how to make things better. As I sat there on the phone in silence, I began to realize that many times, just that silence is the necessary help at the moment. God will use you when He sees fit. And believe me, He knows which situations that you're capable of exerting the strength that He requires, and He knows when He needs you to just physically and emotionally be there. He's wired us all differently to fulfill certain purposes and although we may feel useless sometimes, we are useful to Him. That gives me a sense of hope and security.
After all of that, with tears falling down my face, I had the urge to call my daddy this morning just to hear his voice and hear him breathing. So often, I take the fact that he is alive, well, and active in my life for granted. And quite frankly, it's sad that it takes a situation like this to make me aware that what I have is so precious. I am a blessed young lady to have always had my father in my life and not just physically have him there, but to have him there for mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical support. I love him and I cannot imagine a day without my daddy. I know that there will be a time where God will begin to remove those near and dear to me and take them home to be with Him, and who knows, He might take me first; I just hope that I'm ready. But, all in all, I thank God for blessing my family and friends to see another day and for giving me another chance to say, 'I love you.'
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