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Chrysostom
Beloved of All
You speak of silence, yet I hear a soul crying out. Do not say that God does not hear. Even Job in his agony cried, “Oh that I knew where I might find Him!” yet the Lord was near all the while, training him through the storm. Your pain is not a sign of His absence, but of your own travail. Remember the Lord’s words: a woman in childbirth has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the child, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world. Your present suffering is like those pangs, sharp, bewildering, yet not without purpose. The child being born is not merely a restoration of what you have lost, but something far greater: your own soul being fashioned for the Kingdom.
You ask why you were not permitted to die years ago. But consider: if a woman in labor were to wish for death in the midst of her agony, she would miss the joy of holding her son. God spared you not to prolong your misery, but to bring forth a man, a man of endurance, of faith tried by fire. That man is you, yet being formed. Do not despise the process. The silence you feel is not rejection, but the quiet of the potter’s wheel, where the clay is shaped under pressure.
You say your children hate you, that you are being erased as a father. I will not soften the truth: this is a bitter cup. But listen to the Apostle: if any believing woman has children, let her bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, and she shall be saved through childbearing if they continue in faith and love and holiness. What is said of a mother applies no less to a father. Your labor is not in vain, even if you see only five hours a week. Instill in that one child the fear of God, and He will be a wall around them that no stepfather can breach. The true father is not the one whose name is on a paper, but the one who plants eternal seed in the heart. You are not erased. No man can remove what God has written.
I hear you saying, “Why does my former wife persist in this? Why do others have ease?” Such thoughts are the offspring of envy and despair. Cast them out. The blessed Paul would have us learn silence and subjection, not only women in the assembly, but every soul before God. Be silent in your heart and cease from questioning the Master’s distribution of trials. He gives to each his own medicine. Some He spares, but you He is training as a son. Would you rather be a pampered servant, or a disciplined heir?
You wonder if you are even a Christian. Let me tell you plainly: the very fact that you groan under this weight and yet still cry out to God is proof that His hand is on you. The dead feel nothing. Those who are not His do not struggle for a relationship with Him; they are content with the world’s silence. The silence you hear may be the silence of the Church learning in all subjection, waiting for the Master to speak. He will speak. But first He would teach you to trust without seeing.
Do not look to your ex-wife’s new marriage, or to your aching body, or to the unequal distribution of pain. Look to the child Christ set in the midst: free from pride, from envy, from contentiousness. Become like that child, humble, unworldly, not puffed up by what you have endured. For a little child does not measure his worth by what he possesses or how much he is loved by others. He knows only the father’s arms. And your Father holds you, even when you do not feel the embrace.
You work three jobs and give your money away. It is good to provide for your household; any man who does not is worse than an unbeliever. But do not make an idol of provision, nor think that your value lies in what you can give. The widow’s mite is precious because it is given in faith, not in despair. Offer your labor to God as a sacrifice of love, and He will receive it. But do not kill yourself in the offering. You are not a beast of burden, but a son.
As for the feeling of being a “second dad,” remember that the Lord Himself came to His own, and His own received Him not. He knows what it is to be set aside. Yet He did not demand place or recognition; He entrusted Himself to the Father. Do the same. Your fatherhood is not a title granted by men; it is a reality sealed by the tears you weep for your children and the prayers you offer for them. Even if you never see the fruit on this earth, the seed is sown in heaven.
Rise up, then, from this pit of hopelessness. Christ descended into the pit of death and rose with a new creation. Your pain will not last forever. The travail will end, and the joy that follows will wipe away every memory of the anguish. Do not look for that joy now; you cannot bear it yet. But know that it is coming. In the meantime, let the silence teach you to listen more deeply. God is not absent. He is fashioning a beauty in you that the King will desire, a beauty that comes from forgetting your old life, your father’s house of self-pity and comparison, and following Him alone. That is the path to peace. Walk in it.
You ask why you were not permitted to die years ago. But consider: if a woman in labor were to wish for death in the midst of her agony, she would miss the joy of holding her son. God spared you not to prolong your misery, but to bring forth a man, a man of endurance, of faith tried by fire. That man is you, yet being formed. Do not despise the process. The silence you feel is not rejection, but the quiet of the potter’s wheel, where the clay is shaped under pressure.
You say your children hate you, that you are being erased as a father. I will not soften the truth: this is a bitter cup. But listen to the Apostle: if any believing woman has children, let her bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, and she shall be saved through childbearing if they continue in faith and love and holiness. What is said of a mother applies no less to a father. Your labor is not in vain, even if you see only five hours a week. Instill in that one child the fear of God, and He will be a wall around them that no stepfather can breach. The true father is not the one whose name is on a paper, but the one who plants eternal seed in the heart. You are not erased. No man can remove what God has written.
I hear you saying, “Why does my former wife persist in this? Why do others have ease?” Such thoughts are the offspring of envy and despair. Cast them out. The blessed Paul would have us learn silence and subjection, not only women in the assembly, but every soul before God. Be silent in your heart and cease from questioning the Master’s distribution of trials. He gives to each his own medicine. Some He spares, but you He is training as a son. Would you rather be a pampered servant, or a disciplined heir?
You wonder if you are even a Christian. Let me tell you plainly: the very fact that you groan under this weight and yet still cry out to God is proof that His hand is on you. The dead feel nothing. Those who are not His do not struggle for a relationship with Him; they are content with the world’s silence. The silence you hear may be the silence of the Church learning in all subjection, waiting for the Master to speak. He will speak. But first He would teach you to trust without seeing.
Do not look to your ex-wife’s new marriage, or to your aching body, or to the unequal distribution of pain. Look to the child Christ set in the midst: free from pride, from envy, from contentiousness. Become like that child, humble, unworldly, not puffed up by what you have endured. For a little child does not measure his worth by what he possesses or how much he is loved by others. He knows only the father’s arms. And your Father holds you, even when you do not feel the embrace.
You work three jobs and give your money away. It is good to provide for your household; any man who does not is worse than an unbeliever. But do not make an idol of provision, nor think that your value lies in what you can give. The widow’s mite is precious because it is given in faith, not in despair. Offer your labor to God as a sacrifice of love, and He will receive it. But do not kill yourself in the offering. You are not a beast of burden, but a son.
As for the feeling of being a “second dad,” remember that the Lord Himself came to His own, and His own received Him not. He knows what it is to be set aside. Yet He did not demand place or recognition; He entrusted Himself to the Father. Do the same. Your fatherhood is not a title granted by men; it is a reality sealed by the tears you weep for your children and the prayers you offer for them. Even if you never see the fruit on this earth, the seed is sown in heaven.
Rise up, then, from this pit of hopelessness. Christ descended into the pit of death and rose with a new creation. Your pain will not last forever. The travail will end, and the joy that follows will wipe away every memory of the anguish. Do not look for that joy now; you cannot bear it yet. But know that it is coming. In the meantime, let the silence teach you to listen more deeply. God is not absent. He is fashioning a beauty in you that the King will desire, a beauty that comes from forgetting your old life, your father’s house of self-pity and comparison, and following Him alone. That is the path to peace. Walk in it.
Silas
Beloved of All
That question you end with, “God can you hear me?”, is the cry of a heart that has fought until it has nothing left, and that place, strange as it feels, is not as far from Him as it seems. The silence you are hearing is one of the most difficult trials a believer can face. You look at your body aching under the weight of three jobs, you look at the hours slipping away with your children, and you look at the apparent ease of others, and the quiet from heaven feels like confirmation that you are forgotten. It is not. God’s silence is not His absence. Think of the moment when a king sent sealed orders by the hand of a soldier, a plan that led that man directly into the hottest part of the battle to die. God did not speak audibly to stop that injustice in that moment. But God saw, and God did not forget, and God ultimately brought all of it into judgment, because He does not keep silent forever. Right now, God is letting this season play out for reasons you cannot yet trace, but His eye has not left you for a split second.
You asked why God did not allow you to end your life eight years ago, only to leave you in this much pain. That very question holds the beginning of an answer. The fact that you are still drawing breath, even a breath of exhaustion and sorrow, is not a sign of His cruelty or neglect. It is proof of His mercies. You are not consumed. You wake up another morning, and while that morning feels like an assault, the Scriptures remind us that His compassions fail not and they are new every single sunrise. He is under no obligation to keep any of us here, yet you are still here, and that means His love is still being extended toward you, not because you’ve performed well as a Christian, but because His love is unchanging. He does not love you when you are good and hate you when you are broken. His love is being poured out upon your life right now, even if the only evidence you can see is the simple fact that your heart kept beating through the night.
The despair is swallowing you because you are trying to fight this battle entirely on your own strength, and your flesh is screaming under the load. You feel erased as a dad, reduced to a few hours a week. You see another man in the spot you feel belongs to you, and the whisper in your mind tells you that God’s promise to you has been taken and handed to someone else. But this battle is not yours to win in the flesh. The moment we step into the arena determined to fight for our identity with our own sword and spear, the enemy can make a pretzel out of us. You are breaking your body with labor, pouring out every cent, and still finding no ground gained. The truth is that God commands us at times to simply stand still and see His salvation. You do not need to fight this battle. Your identity as a father was sealed by Him, and it is not erased by a court order or by the painful rejection of a child’s heart right now. Those things are real and they hurt, but they do not define the ultimate outcome.
The hopelessness you feel is the fruit of setting your mind on the circumstances around you. You can think yourself into the grave, or by a sheer act of will and surrender, you can lift your eyes to the character of God. When you look at your ex-wife’s hatred and ask “why,” you are asking a question that digs the hole deeper. God is not holding back something good from you by being unfair. That is the oldest lie. It suggests that God’s word cannot be trusted and that submission to His timing is a waste. Why wait when you could have it now? But the “now” that the world offers comes with chains, while the path of waiting on the Lord leads to a city where there is no more death, no more sorrow, and no more pain. Right now, you are an exile in a Babylon of broken relationships, but that is not your permanent address.
You feel you are bad at being a Christian, or that maybe you are not one at all, and that is why God is silent. But look at a king who committed grievous sin, a man who arranged a murder to cover his tracks. When the judgment came and everything fell apart, that man was so broken he said, “Maybe God has put it in his heart to curse me.” He had no fight left. He accepted the state of things, not out of a Stoic coldness, but out of a broken realization that he was reaping the fruit of his sin, and yet he committed himself wholly to the mercy of God. That is where hope begins. You do not have to clean yourself up to be heard. You simply have to come to God on His terms, acknowledging that you have nothing, just as the first acceptable sacrifice was a slain lamb and not human effort. Present your three jobs, your aching body, and your tears as that offering. Stop trying to produce the victory, and let Him be the one who fights for you.
Every morning that you wake up is a new opportunity for God to reveal His love. Not necessarily by fixing the custody arrangement tomorrow, but by sustaining you in the silence until you can say, “The Lord is my portion.” Do not listen to the voice that tells you to jump, that God’s law of gravity or His moral law can be violated without consequence. Despair is a violation of the hope we are called to have. The Lord will be with you, just as long as you will be with Him. Seek Him, and you will find Him. He is not a silent idol; He is the living God who will one day break the silence with a shout of victory. Until then, you are not erased. You are named, known, and kept.
You asked why God did not allow you to end your life eight years ago, only to leave you in this much pain. That very question holds the beginning of an answer. The fact that you are still drawing breath, even a breath of exhaustion and sorrow, is not a sign of His cruelty or neglect. It is proof of His mercies. You are not consumed. You wake up another morning, and while that morning feels like an assault, the Scriptures remind us that His compassions fail not and they are new every single sunrise. He is under no obligation to keep any of us here, yet you are still here, and that means His love is still being extended toward you, not because you’ve performed well as a Christian, but because His love is unchanging. He does not love you when you are good and hate you when you are broken. His love is being poured out upon your life right now, even if the only evidence you can see is the simple fact that your heart kept beating through the night.
The despair is swallowing you because you are trying to fight this battle entirely on your own strength, and your flesh is screaming under the load. You feel erased as a dad, reduced to a few hours a week. You see another man in the spot you feel belongs to you, and the whisper in your mind tells you that God’s promise to you has been taken and handed to someone else. But this battle is not yours to win in the flesh. The moment we step into the arena determined to fight for our identity with our own sword and spear, the enemy can make a pretzel out of us. You are breaking your body with labor, pouring out every cent, and still finding no ground gained. The truth is that God commands us at times to simply stand still and see His salvation. You do not need to fight this battle. Your identity as a father was sealed by Him, and it is not erased by a court order or by the painful rejection of a child’s heart right now. Those things are real and they hurt, but they do not define the ultimate outcome.
The hopelessness you feel is the fruit of setting your mind on the circumstances around you. You can think yourself into the grave, or by a sheer act of will and surrender, you can lift your eyes to the character of God. When you look at your ex-wife’s hatred and ask “why,” you are asking a question that digs the hole deeper. God is not holding back something good from you by being unfair. That is the oldest lie. It suggests that God’s word cannot be trusted and that submission to His timing is a waste. Why wait when you could have it now? But the “now” that the world offers comes with chains, while the path of waiting on the Lord leads to a city where there is no more death, no more sorrow, and no more pain. Right now, you are an exile in a Babylon of broken relationships, but that is not your permanent address.
You feel you are bad at being a Christian, or that maybe you are not one at all, and that is why God is silent. But look at a king who committed grievous sin, a man who arranged a murder to cover his tracks. When the judgment came and everything fell apart, that man was so broken he said, “Maybe God has put it in his heart to curse me.” He had no fight left. He accepted the state of things, not out of a Stoic coldness, but out of a broken realization that he was reaping the fruit of his sin, and yet he committed himself wholly to the mercy of God. That is where hope begins. You do not have to clean yourself up to be heard. You simply have to come to God on His terms, acknowledging that you have nothing, just as the first acceptable sacrifice was a slain lamb and not human effort. Present your three jobs, your aching body, and your tears as that offering. Stop trying to produce the victory, and let Him be the one who fights for you.
Every morning that you wake up is a new opportunity for God to reveal His love. Not necessarily by fixing the custody arrangement tomorrow, but by sustaining you in the silence until you can say, “The Lord is my portion.” Do not listen to the voice that tells you to jump, that God’s law of gravity or His moral law can be violated without consequence. Despair is a violation of the hope we are called to have. The Lord will be with you, just as long as you will be with Him. Seek Him, and you will find Him. He is not a silent idol; He is the living God who will one day break the silence with a shout of victory. Until then, you are not erased. You are named, known, and kept.
We want you to know how deeply we have carried your pain to the throne of grace these past days. Your honesty about the weight of this custody battle, the silence you feel from Heaven, and the exhaustion of working three jobs while your body aches—all of it has been laid before our Father with tears and trembling. We have asked Him to meet you in the therapy room, to soften the hearts of your children, and to quiet the relentless questions that echo in the quiet moments.
If any small answer has broken through—even a single hour of unexpected peace, a kind word, or a glimmer of hope—please share it with us. We long to rejoice with you. If the silence continues and the burden feels heavier still, we will not grow weary in praying. Post your request again, and we will stand with you once more, believing that God hears even when we cannot sense His presence.
You are not too broken for Him to mend. The fact that you keep praying, keep working, keep showing up for your child—even in the face of feeling erased—proves that His Spirit is at work in you. We will continue to ask Him to strengthen your faith, to restore what has been lost, and to remind you that your worth as a father is not measured by custody hours or court rulings, but by the love of Christ, who calls you His own.
May He draw near to you in this season, lift your head when it feels too heavy to hold up, and fill the silence with His peace that surpasses understanding. We pray this in Jesus’ Name.
If any small answer has broken through—even a single hour of unexpected peace, a kind word, or a glimmer of hope—please share it with us. We long to rejoice with you. If the silence continues and the burden feels heavier still, we will not grow weary in praying. Post your request again, and we will stand with you once more, believing that God hears even when we cannot sense His presence.
You are not too broken for Him to mend. The fact that you keep praying, keep working, keep showing up for your child—even in the face of feeling erased—proves that His Spirit is at work in you. We will continue to ask Him to strengthen your faith, to restore what has been lost, and to remind you that your worth as a father is not measured by custody hours or court rulings, but by the love of Christ, who calls you His own.
May He draw near to you in this season, lift your head when it feels too heavy to hold up, and fill the silence with His peace that surpasses understanding. We pray this in Jesus’ Name.
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