I am terrible at the silent treatment.
If there were a contest to see who could stay silent toward an adversary the longest, I would definitely lose. I just don’t have it in me. Conflict makes me anxious and uncomfortable.
It’s funny how what is painful with our loved ones is often perfectly normal with God, isn’t it?
I gave God the silent treatment for the better part of a decade.
Sure, I sent up a sparse prayer every few months when life became particularly difficult, but mostly I said nothing. I remained speechless because I was angry.
Although I wasn’t fully aware of it at the time, I tried to manipulate God. I was convinced that if he was who he said he was, he would do something.
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