Everyone needs a silent night. My guest today is Debbie Mould who shares a time when her broken heart needed a touch from the Lord.
Debbie lives in the UK and I am so happy to have her with us today as we try to treasure the quiet moments during this holiday season.
I Need A Silent Night
Bizarrely – and despite being still only mid-November – instead of launching right into his sermon, the visiting speaker burst into song:
‘We wish you a merry Christmas…’ he began.
Gradually, members of the congregation started to join in too. It was only towards the finale that I realised that this serenade was directed at none other than…MYSELF!
Then he drew close and continued: ‘This Christmas isn’t meant to be like other Christmases…’
But, he was from Wales…so how could he know? Besides, I hadn’t told a soul about the situation that had been developing these last weeks.
In my mind there could be only one explanation:
Our all-seeing God had whispered to him through the Holy Spirit!
I don’t know about in your family, but the worst things that have happened in our family seemed to have an uncanny way of occurring in the lead up to Christmas – that season that is purported to be the most joyful of family times. And this particular year, 2010, looked like being no exception!
In the days that followed this encounter I felt deeply moved and comforted by what had taken place…And – as often seems to be the case with me – God also led me to two particular songs that seemed to convey my emotions far better than I could express them myself.
The chorus of the first song, ‘I Need A Silent Night,’ by Chris Eaton and Amy Grant, summarised quite dramatically how I was feeling in the lead up to that day:
Listen to, I Need a Silent Night by Chris Eaton and Amy Grant
Whilst the early lines in particular of the second song, ‘Who am I’, by Casting Crowns, encapsulated beautifully how I felt in response to what God had done:
Listen to, Who I Am by Casting Crowns
You see, there is really nothing special about me that should merit this intimate concern of our heavenly Father…I am simply a clay pot – full of flaws and failings [Click to Tweet] – through whose chinks God Himself occasionally chooses to shine a glimpse of His magnificent glory.
And, if He desires to care for me so personally, then I am certain that He longs to care for you in this way too!
Unfortunately, I can’t promise we will all have a Christmas filled with peace and joy this year. But what I can promise – both this Christmastime and always – is that, when no–one knows what we’re going through, there is Someone that knows…and cares. So let’s cast all our anxieties upon Him! [Click to Tweet]
‘The rising sun will come to us from heaven to shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the path of peace.’ Luke 1:78-79
When you need a silent night, He knows…
Debbie Mould is a fledgling writer who mainly blogs for her church, Christ Central Manchester, in the UK. In addition, she has had the honour of having a couple of her poems used at funerals. Debbie grew up steeped in music and loves the art form of a song, as it also combines her passion for the written word.
Along with her scientist hubby, Debbie enjoys sharing meals with her grown-up family, spending time with her adorable young grandson Adam, travel and sight-seeing (with a particular fascination for the little islands around the British mainland…as well as anything archaeological!)
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