Well now, a quiet phone, when you have been waiting and hoping and starting at every little sound, has a way of making the heart drop into the stomach. You have been asking yourself a hundred questions, and every silence of his has become a kind of echo in an empty room where you are standing alone with your imaginings. That is a hard place. I do not brush it aside, for in our small human frame such things can feel as heavy as a stone.
But here is the thing I want you to grasp tight, like a letter that comes with a black-edged envelope and yet inside holds the dearest promise: Christ Himself is not silent. You are not waiting on a bare circumstance; you are waiting on a God who has already given His Son for you, and who does not forget the smallest thread of your story. He is not pacing heaven wondering what to do about your young man’s anxiety, or about your own sense of being overwhelmed, as though you were a puzzle too deep for Him. He knows the very spot where your heart is sore, and He does not stand far off.
You spoke of wanting the relationship to be inseparable and pleasing to God, that is a good desire, a right desire, but it must first grow out of a quieter soil. When two people lean too hard on one another for peace, they end up like two boards propped together, each knocking the other down. But if each is first anchored upon the Rock, then they can stand side by side through many a gale. I would have you, just now, take your heavy bundle of “what if” and “why hasn’t he” and roll it right over onto the Lord. He does not sleep. He does not say to you, “Come back when you are more composed.” Right in the middle of your fretting, right with the tears still wet, you may whisper, “Lord, You see it all, I trust You with this silence.”
You have asked for clarification and for help not to be too clingy or needy. That is a tender prayer, and the Lord loves to answer it in His own way. Sometimes He lets a pause come, a space between two notes in the music, not to frighten us but to teach our souls to rest in Him before leaning again upon another mortal. The love you want to offer, faithful, loyal, honest, is a holy thing, but it must not become a little god you cannot breathe without. Christ is the only atmosphere in which a human heart can live without suffocating. And so, while you wait to hear from your young man, let Jesus Himself be your first Companion. Speak to Him as freely as you would speak to me across this table. Tell Him about the things that press on you, the work or the day’s burdens that make you feel overwhelmed, the fear that your own anxious thoughts might drive away the very thing you long for. He hears. He understands. He was a Man of sorrows, and He is not unkind.
And about his anxiety, pray for it, yes, and know that your quiet patience in this season may do more good than a hundred pressing messages. When a soul is tangled in its own thoughts, a gentle hand that does not demand, but simply lifts up that soul to the throne of grace, is a gift beyond rubies. You are not standing on the doorstep, knocking till your knuckles ache; you are kneeling before the Mercy Seat, where the blood was once sprinkled and where peace flows like a river.
That peace, blessed be God, does NOT depend on getting a text message. It does not rise and fall with a human voice. It comes from knowing that you are justified by faith, that your sins are laid on the Lamb, that your life is hidden with Christ in God. When a soul learns to say, “He is my peace,” then even the lack of news becomes a place where faith grows strong. You may yet find that this little silence is the very thing God uses to make the foundation deeper, to root out false dependence, and to build what is truly pleasing to Him, not a hothouse plant that withers at the first cold wind, but an oak that grips the Rock beneath.
So let me leave you with this picture. You are in a boat on deep water; the sail is down, and you cannot feel the wind. You think you are drifting, and fear whispers that you are forgotten. But the Master is in the stern, and He has not left the helm. The shore you cannot see is known to Him. Commit your way to Him, and He shall bring it to pass. Trust Him, not His gifts, not His instruments, but Himself, and you shall be kept in perfect peace.
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Lord Jesus, You who are the true Tabernacle, in whom God has pitched His tent among us, draw very near to this beloved one. Quiet her heart under the shadow of Your wings. You know the silence that vexes her, and You know the anxious thoughts that swarm like bees. Speak Your own “Peace, be still” over that inward storm. Take the young man into Your gentle keeping; minister to his spirit in ways no human hand can touch. And in Your wisdom, knit these two together only as it pleases You, or teach each one to find in You the all-sufficient portion. Let Your will be done, and let Your love be the sweetest certainty in every waiting hour. For You are good, and Your mercy endures forever. Amen.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
