{"id":103,"date":"2026-03-16T06:30:09","date_gmt":"2026-03-16T11:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stumbleup.me\/?p=103"},"modified":"2026-03-16T06:30:10","modified_gmt":"2026-03-16T11:30:10","slug":"the-sigh-and-silence-says-everything","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stumbleup.me\/index.php\/2026\/03\/16\/the-sigh-and-silence-says-everything\/","title":{"rendered":"The Sigh and Silence Says Everything"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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“I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.”<\/p>\n 1 Corinthians 3:6 (ESV)<\/span>\n <\/div>\n\n

Tyler came home Tuesday with a history test face down on the counter. He’d set his alarm for 6am three days in a row to study for it.<\/p>\n\n

The grade was a 61.<\/p>\n\n

Marcus saw it, felt the frustration he’s learned to expect in these moments, and said the thing that made sense to say. “Tyler, this isn’t good enough. You’ve got to apply yourself.” Tyler nodded. Said nothing. Went to his room. Marcus told himself it was the responsible thing. The honest thing. And buried under all of that was the sentence that never left his chest.<\/p>\n\n

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BIBLICAL BACKDROP<\/p>\n

The New Testament has a word for what Marcus needed to do and didn’t: parakale\u014d<\/em> (\u03c0\u03b1\u03c1\u03b1\u03ba\u03b1\u03bb\u03ad\u03c9). It means to come alongside, to comfort, to call someone to your side. It’s the root word of “Paraclete,” which is what Jesus called the Holy Spirit in John 14. The Comforter. The one who comes alongside. When we encourage our kids, we are literally doing the work the Spirit does. We’re being a Paraclete to a person who needs one.<\/p>\n

Paul says in 1 Thessalonians 5:11: “encourage one another and build one another up.” (ESV) The word “build” there is oikodome\u014d<\/em>, to construct something of lasting value. Brick by brick. Word by word. Every day we’re either building our kids up or we’re not. It’s not usually dramatic. It’s just one exchange at a time, and most of those exchanges feel ordinary right up until they aren’t.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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THE FLESH<\/p>\n

Marcus picks up the test, sees the 61, and his first thought isn’t about Tyler. It’s about GPA, college applications, a pattern he’s watched build all semester. He sets the paper down, shakes his head, and says it flat: “Tyler, this just isn’t good enough. You’ve got to apply yourself.” Tyler nods. Goes to his room.<\/p>\n

Marcus tells himself it was the necessary thing. And buried under all of it is the sentence that never left his chest: “I know you worked hard. I’m proud of you for not quitting.”<\/em> That one he kept. Tyler eats dinner alone. He doesn’t ask Marcus for help on the next assignment. He’s already filled in the blank about what his father’s verdict is. Marcus never called him a disappointment. But the sigh and the silence said everything Tyler needed to hear to confirm what the enemy was already whispering.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n

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The fruit on Marcus’s tree? Impatience. Distance. Silence.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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THE SPIRIT<\/p>\n

Marcus picks up the test, sees the 61, feels the frustration rise the way it always does. But he sets it back down. He thinks about the three alarms Tyler set this week. He thinks about Tyler asking him to quiz him on the drive to school and him saying, “Not right now, I’m on a call.” He looks at his son and says, “Hey. I know you put real work into this. I’m proud of you for not walking away from it. Let’s sit down and figure out where it went sideways.”<\/p>\n

Tyler blinks, surprised. “You’re not mad?” Marcus pulls out a chair. “I’m not mad. Come here.” They spend forty minutes at the table. Marcus doesn’t know the material well enough to teach it, but he asks questions and Tyler explains his thinking, and somewhere in that conversation something opens back up between them. Tyler comes home two weeks later with a 74. He puts it on the counter face up.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n

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The fruit on Marcus’s tree? Presence. Patience. Trust.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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“The flesh wants to fix the performance. The Spirit sees the person behind it.”<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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FRUIT CONNECTION<\/p>\n

Love<\/strong> comes alongside rather than standing over. It sees the effort before it sees the result. Joy<\/strong> plants something hopeful in a kid who has already decided he knows how this conversation ends. Peace<\/strong> is what Marcus carries when he trusts God with the grade and focuses on the son.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n

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COACHING QUESTIONS<\/p>\n

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  • Is there a word I’ve been withholding from a kid in my house because I’m still frustrated about something else?<\/li>\n
  • When my son or daughter comes to me with a failure, do they know they’re safe? Or do they brace for a verdict?<\/li>\n
  • Am I building something into my kids with my words, or just managing their behavior?<\/li>\n
  • What would it cost me today to say “I’m proud of you”?<\/li>\n <\/ul>\n <\/div>\n\n
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    CLOSING PRAYER<\/p>\n

    God, we confess that we lead with the correction and bury the encouragement. We tell ourselves we’re doing the responsible thing when sometimes we’re just protecting our own frustration. Give us eyes to see the person behind the grade. Give us the courage to say the word that’s been sitting in our chest. Help us be the Paraclete in our kids’ lives; the one who comes alongside. Remind us that the harvest is yours. We just have to plant. Amen.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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