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Still Saturday: The Helplessness of Silence

June 2, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

One reason we can hardly bear to remain silent

is that it makes us feel so helpless.

We are so accustomed to relying upon words

to manage and control others.

If we are silent who will take control?

God will take control;

but we will never let Him take control

until we trust Him.

Silence is intimately related to trust.

~Richard Foster, “The Discipline of Silence” in Celebration of Discipline.

Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details above, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink deep.


 

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  1. S. Etole says

    June 1, 2012 at 10:27 pm

    Joining you here, Sandra. Your photo reminds me of an oil painting or a watercolor.

    • Sandra says

      June 1, 2012 at 10:52 pm

      Thank you, Susan. And what a quiet joy to find you here.

  2. Shelly Miller says

    June 1, 2012 at 10:49 pm

    I agree with Susan that photo reminds me of a Monet painting. And love that being comfortable with silence means trust is present. This is good.

    • Sandra says

      June 1, 2012 at 10:51 pm

      This is very good.

      Foster also says, “There is an old proverb to the effect that ‘the man who opens his mouth, closes his eyes! The purpose of silence and solitude is to be able to see and hear.”

      I know that to be true.

  3. Cindee Snider Re says

    June 1, 2012 at 11:16 pm

    Your photo reminds me of one of Monet’s paintings as he plays with light. Soft. Beautiful. Gently moving. Drawing me to dream, imagine, wonder. I love silence, stillness, peace. It’s where I can hear myself think, feel God move, filling me, drawing me, where I can feel the beat of His heart. Where the world fades away and I can breathe.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 8:30 am

      I love it, too, Cindee. And find myself more and more drawn away from noise. I go about my day in as much silence as possible (except when there’s a Tigers game), seldom turn the radio on in the car on a long trip, and even find myself pulling away from loud praise music. I prefer a more contemplative mood.

  4. Carol J. Garvin says

    June 1, 2012 at 11:56 pm

    What a beautiful photo, Sandy. So peaceful! I associate silence with serenity more than helplessness. But I like the idea that silence is related to trust. It’s in silence that I listen for His presence.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 8:34 am

      I’d never thought of silence being associated with helplessness, either, Carol. But isn’t it true that some people struggle to be alone with their own thoughts, His thoughts? I know folks (my parents included) who have TV on 24/7–and when my mom was alive TWO TVs on different stations, loud–because they can’t handle the stillness. I think there is that sense of giving up control, giving over to Him, of trust.

  5. Kathy Schwanke says

    June 2, 2012 at 1:15 am

    Exactly.
    We are living this.
    (Thank you for this Still Saturday…I love the simplicity and the stillness~ah!)

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 8:34 am

      Thank you, Kathy. I love hanging with other stillness seekers. 🙂

  6. Christina says

    June 2, 2012 at 8:15 am

    Celebration of Discipline is a classic and one of my favorites!

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 8:35 am

      Mine, too, Christina. I’ve had it since he first published it.

  7. Lyli@3dLessons4Life says

    June 2, 2012 at 8:19 am

    I haven’t read Foster, but obviously I need to… 🙂

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 8:36 am

      Good stuff to ponder, Lyli. I’ve had this one and Freedom from Simplicity forever.

  8. JoAnne Potter says

    June 2, 2012 at 8:48 am

    Sandra–As I think of the silence, I realize that there is more than one kind. There is verbal silence, relief from spoken words, and I am pretty good at that kind, but there is also written silence, relief from the drive to write everything down, to hold conversations through paper and pen. That silence evades me often.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:37 pm

      Written silence…relief from the drive to write everything down. Oh. wow.

      • Sandra says

        June 2, 2012 at 1:38 pm

        And I suppose that could also mean from reading as well. To. Just. Sit. Why to we so often feel like to just sit is wasting time?

  9. Gayle says

    June 2, 2012 at 9:12 am

    I love this quote, this is one of my favorite books, I refer often to it through the years.
    Wishing you a little bit of silence this year to allow room for the Divine to speak.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:38 pm

      Passing that wish back to you, Gayle.

  10. Laurie Collett says

    June 2, 2012 at 9:38 am

    What a gorgeous photo! Reminds me of a Monet painting, and your post reminds me of the verse, “Be still, and know that I am God.”

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:39 pm

      Thank you, Laurie. And be still and know–that’s where I’d like us all to linger a while. 🙂

  11. Jen says

    June 2, 2012 at 9:42 am

    I’m learning to weigh the power of silence (coupled with prayer) with the power of words. To offer up in prayer whether it is a time to speak or a time to hush, I think, has allowed Him to come in and be the bigger presence.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:40 pm

      Oh, yes. And in the simplicity of words. Such power in a few. Thank you for this.

      • Sandra says

        June 2, 2012 at 1:47 pm

        Foster also says this, “Discipline yourself so that your words are few and full. Become known as a person who has something to say when you speak.”

        Then he goes on to say, “Go another step. Try to live one entire day without words at all. Do it not as a law but as an experiment. Note your feelings of helplessness and excessive dependence upon words to communicate. Try to find new ways to relate to others that are not dependent upon words. Enjoy, savor the day. Learn from it.”

  12. Jean Wise says

    June 2, 2012 at 9:59 am

    Love this quote. I am a fan of Fosters but don’t remember these words. Thank you for highlighting them today.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:44 pm

      Page 88–from the 1978 edition. And I’m a fan of Nouwen. 🙂

  13. Stephani says

    June 2, 2012 at 11:01 am

    It IS hard to be still and quiet, but so needed. I usually join in with my photography blog, but I’m joining with my personal blog today. Thanks for hosting!

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:47 pm

      Thank you for your presence here, Stephani.

  14. laura says

    June 2, 2012 at 12:30 pm

    That is one of my favorite, favorite books, Sandy. The photo is perfect with that quote. Just beautiful.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:48 pm

      Mine, too, my Laura. And thank you.

  15. Linda says

    June 2, 2012 at 12:49 pm

    How beautiful Sandy – all of it, words and picture (it really does look like an oil painting). I think I must read this book.
    Have a lovely weekend Sandy.

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 1:49 pm

      Yes, you should slip it into your towering stack. I wonder how he would reword things today, now 30-plus years later. But maybe not. Maybe that’s why it’s now a classic. 🙂

  16. HisFireFly says

    June 2, 2012 at 5:02 pm

    I see rain falling, refreshing, still…

    Seeking the silence, finding His joy with you

    • Sandra says

      June 2, 2012 at 9:50 pm

      🙂 🙂

  17. Wendy @ ECTaS! says

    June 3, 2012 at 10:33 am

    Gorgeous picture and such poignant words.

  18. Jennifer Richardson says

    June 4, 2012 at 7:28 am

    yes….a glad and grateful yes
    to this nourishing beauty:)
    -Jennifer

  19. Megan Willome says

    June 6, 2012 at 11:54 am

    So, it’s Wednesday, and I’m finally getting around to clicking on all the links. Thanks for the silence.

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