The phone had been silent for several days and Shannon began to worry. Silence usually meant something was going on that her daughter didn’t want her to know about. Silence meant whatever was happening was something that her daughter knew she wouldn’t approve of. Silence meant this chasm would widen, the earth would give way, and then it would all come tumbling out–every unbelievable detail.
Shannon had grown accustomed to the turbulence that accompanied these silent times; they rattled her very soul. Shannon prayed; she sought answers from Scripture; she had given her daughter back to God more times than she could remember. But here she was again, crying out to God for some sort of awakening to occur in her daughter’s life. “Speak to her, Lord,” she uttered once again.
Shannon was learning that she was the one who needed to stay connected to her daughter. Amber needed a steady force in her life. Without Shannon reaching out in Amber’s own mode of communication “texting” or “Facebook – IM”, the telephone lines would continue to remain silent. “Checking in to see how you are doing,” she pounded out on the mini touchscreen. “Just wanted you to know that you are loved.”
“Love you too, Mom” came quickly back on the screen.
“You doing ok?” Shannon responded.
“I guess.” Amber replied. “Call you when I get off work.”
Shannon prayed throughout the day. She prayed for Amber. She prayed for whatever Amber would share with her this evening. She prayed that her responses would always come across as loving.
But silence continued throughout the evening. No call from Amber. Shannon continued to pray for her daughter. She’d try to reconnect again in a few days.
Three days later she sent a text to Amber just to see how she was doing.
The phone rang. “Hi, Mom. Sorry I didn’t call you back the other evening.”
“Honey, that’s okay. I know you’re busy. How’s work going?”
“Fine. How’s Harold doing?”
“He left, Mom.”
“What do you mean, he left”?
“Mom, he moved out.”
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. How are you feeling about that?”
“I’m so upset–yet part of me is glad he is gone. At least I know what kind of man he really is.”
“What made him decide to leave? You two were starting to talk about marriage.”
“Mom, I guess you’ll find out soon enough anyway. I’m pregnant.”
Shannon took a deep breath. She knew her next words were critical. She could either bring life into her daughter or create an avalanche of destructive feelings into their conversation.
“Honey, I’m not sure how to respond. I’m in shock. I’m going to be a grandmother. How are you feeling about it?”
Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamor, and railing, be put away from you, with all malice: and be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other, even as God also in Christ forgave you.
Sometimes our 20-Somethings make choices that we not only disagree with, but they make choices that will impact our lives in ways we would rather not deal with. Even though it would be easier to write them off saying that they can deal with their own issues (they know our phone number), we need to show them the love of Christ and initiate relationship. Words that come out of our mouths can either incite further anger and rejection or bring healing. We may not always be elated by the news they share, but it is important that we respond with the love of Christ.
Pleasant words are a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
Dare you to connect with your 20-Something today by speaking words of tenderness to them. Why not send them a text?
“Let go…and let God,”