Except when He doesn't say anything.
Sometimes, God is silent. We pray, we implore, we wait. And He remains silent. It's not a very comfortable place to be. We get impatient and angry. We shout at God, hoping He will hear us and answer. And He remains silent.
We remind ourselves that God is good, and He is with us in that silence, but it often feels as if He's not silent, but rather ignoring us. "Answer me! I'm trying to be faithful! I just want to know that You're there!" We try to be patient and sit with this God of Silence. We struggle to be comfortable in the silence, as we are in the silent company of a dear friend. Yet, the silence wears on us. We want to break that silence - to hear a word of comfort, of compassion, of presence. We strain to hear His voice. And there is only silence.
It's hard to be in relationship with Someone who is silent. We want to quit, walk away. Too hard, we say. I tried, we say. Siting with this God of Silence is too much to bear. I need Your voice, Your direction, the certain knowledge that You are here.
Sitting with the God of Silence is irritating, painful, disheartening. It wears on the soul. Yet, He asks us to continue to sit with Him in this silence and we know we must. We may not know why He asks this of us, but He does, and we obediently submit to this God of Silence.