My Life, A Precious Gift to Me
Today, I read a quote from an online friend’s email: “My point is that all those sounds together, or others like them, are the sound of our lives: What each of them might be thought to mean separately is less important than what they all mean together. At the very least they mean this: listen. Listen. Your life is happening." Frederick Buechner
His quote captured my thoughts. God gave me my life as a very special gift. I don’t want to waste it. Too often, dreaming of the future robs me of the now.
So, focus; listen to those everyday sounds and think of what it means. Laughter, the first sound that comes to mind. I love to laugh! With three daughters and an extraordinary hubby, laughter happens a lot! Laughter means joy.
The next sound: the sound of typing. As a secretary with two jobs, a constant clicking of my keyboard fills my days. My new hobby of blogging fills the evenings with typing also. My family types daily also -- teenagers on facebook, husband who loves to play southern gospel music on an internet chatroom – we keep our three computers busy. Typing means employment, social and personal fulfillment.
Another sound found often around the home: the sound of appliances. Dishwasher washing, heater blowing warm air, or in the summertime the a/c blowing cold air, microwave beeping, washing machine agitating all add up to a busy household. Appliances working mean convenience to me!
The television blaring frequently makes an unwelcome sound. Often, I think the TV needs turning off to encourage thinking! Yet, I admit sometimes I enjoy watching certain programs. Each show has its own theme song. The sound of a certain program can signal a certain time of day. For instance, I know when I hear “Wheel of Fortune” that 6:30 p.m. has rolled around again. TV can mean the sound of entertainment.
I also love the sound of music, in particular, praise and worship music. The word says:
“Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual
songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord.”
I feel that our “self-talk” should sound like praising and worshipping the Lord, and speaking words of kindness to ourselves.
However, nothing can compare to the sound of my loved ones voices. Oh, certainly they do not always say what I want them to say, but hearing their voices sounds like love to me.
What does your life sound like?
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