God has a way of weaving old things—books, music, moments—into the tapestry of our present, speaking to us in seasons we least expect. A few days ago, I shared how The LORD paired two books, published 17 years apart, to stir my heart anew. Tonight, it was an old Jason Crabb Song from 2009 called “Sometimes I Cry”, which serenaded me on my drive. When I arrived home to an opportunity to write, the book at my bedside screamed the title of this post.

It made perfect sense. The latest thread in this divine weave is The Cost of Our Silence by David Fiorazo. Just the other day, I shared the book with a group of people.

I was nudged to check my purchases and confirmed I purchased this book on March 3, 2020. COVID times immediately came to mind. Then I recalled the season of change as my family transitioned churches. I recalled the questions the Holy Spirit placed in my heart and can see how certain specific prayers have undoubtedly been answered. Praise God!

It is the second “old” book in as many weeks that God has used to guide me—each over a decade old, yet piercingly relevant. In this moment, there is some Divine Humor at play from a text I sent my husband, reminding me my favorite book is a REALLY OLD and utterly timeless.

Merely four chapters (less than 60 pages) into The Cost of Our Silence, Fiorazo’s direct, compassionate voice makes complex issues accessible. He urges Christians to speak truth boldly. I’ve caught several things already which felt like personal hugs to me. Conversely, I have also been gently kicked in the butt. I have much to learn and am looking forward to what the Holy Spirit teaches me through this book.

What makes this book’s discovery profound to me is how MORE timely the content is,”ten years later”. Further compounding the timing is the fact I somehow joined a Facebook Group for the author and his wife, Rosanna, at some point in the past year. The group is to support them with prayer and for David to update their long term circle. I honestly don’t know how I was added. That said, learning of her health struggles, we were nudged to send what we could for financial support last month. Again, a nod to divine timing based on my experience.

Only this week have I opened the book. Holding this book, I’m in awe of God’s timing. It’s as if He placed The Cost of Our Silence in my hands to deepen my prayers for Rosanna’s joy, healing, and understanding, and for David’s strength, peace, and provision.

This book feels like a divine appointment to this Blonde, Polish Chick. Oh, how I love His Timing! God is using it to intensify my prayer for David and Rosanna and extend sister-ship to someone in the group who lives close to us. . So, I am going to continue to stand in the gap, pray fervently, and to trust His orchestration.

Oh my heavens, the orchestra is magnificent! 💜✝️💜