What’s that I hear?
The word for today is “hear.” Because I was feeling quiet on Multitude Monday, we’re going to go with Thundering Thursday and just mix things up. From the Thousand Gifts journal, here are some things I’m thankful I can hear:
400. The big boys (i.e., older nephews) laughing at adult banter at the recent family birthday party, hearing for themselves the family stories.
401. A hilarious one-liner from Mr. Middle School (where does he get that dry sense of humor?).
402. A very rare and delightful coffee morning with girlfriends; there’s plenty to hear, for sure, with coffee all around.
403. Hearing (and hearing and hearing) Shakespearean prose in Northwood’s production, A Midsummer Night’s Dream; must confess my ears went numb and I had to rely heavily on one of my other senses (vision) to figure out what was happening.
404. Hearing words of wisdom from my husband, one of the wisest men I know.
405. An inspiring phone conversation with my friend and fellow writer, Jeanette, who poured encouragement into me.
406. Asking questions and getting educated about fashion, accessories, and what goes with what in a clothing store. For a girl who feels woefully out of touch and is in need of a wardrobe update (she needs to get with it for once), this was a treat.
408. Hearing Mr. 4T sing Gold City’s “I’m Not Givin’ Up.” Over. And over. And over. Clearly, he’s figured out how to reverse.
413. Confirmation that I hear His voice, a question that’s caused me much distress over the years. He really does speak in a still, small voice; so still that I don’t always identify it as His. This would probably make a great post later.
414. “Oh. My. Word. It’s like violins in a horror movie!” This from the high school junior in the BMV on the way to school this morning. A girl at school is trampling his last nerve.
415. Sounds of chasing and a great struggle coming from down below, followed by a thundered, “Stop talking and DANCE!!” I don’t even want to know. (An FB reader noted later that it would actually make a pretty good life philosophy. Ha, ha, and HA!)
416. An order for a doughnut with sprinkles and brown frosting from Elmo’s biggest fan.
417. Something I’m thankful I DIDN’T hear – the barista asking me for my order. She just assumed I wanted my standard size when I had actually decided to upgrade and go for broke, girding my loins for a hectic day. I got the upgrade for free. YES!
418. Hearing a brand-new kindred spirit’s heart. Picking her brain for her perspective on the publishing world now that she’s published a book. Freeing! Encouraging!!
420. Uproarious laughter. Over a machine that – umm, makes unsavory noises. That you stick under someone’s chair. Sigh. If you’ve forgotten who I live with, see opening paragraph.