Often I find technology a bit counterproductive to a life of peace, but today I am so thankful for it! It was beautiful to actually hear my husband's voice today! I'm driving through little ol' Shawnee and I'm talking to a man standing in the middle of Kenya! When you stop to consider how "far" we've come in just a few years, it's really quite astounding. I remember when my mom thought having an answering machine was pretty "out there" and now she is a texting, angry-bird playing Nana. Apparently "we're texting" is a relationship status now, but I digress. It's amazing what a text, an email and especially the sound of a loved one's voice can do for your spirit. I think I need to remember the blessing of "hearing" those we love because I think I often take the sound of family for granted and, if I'm being honest, probably hush it all too often. Jack made some crazy loud boy-noises tonight as he jumped from couch to couch fighting evil-doers in my living room (yes I let him jump on the furniture-no judgement please). Annabeth was all kinds of giggly and 10-year-old-girl chatty tonight. Emma has asked several questions causing me to doubt and question years of my educational efforts (Ie-what is poverty exactly?) I'm blaming pre-teen brain-leakage for Emma, but how beautiful is the sound of family? Remind me to cherish the times I've been given to truly hear the ones I love.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
January 14, 2012
Often I find technology a bit counterproductive to a life of peace, but today I am so thankful for it! It was beautiful to actually hear my husband's voice today! I'm driving through little ol' Shawnee and I'm talking to a man standing in the middle of Kenya! When you stop to consider how "far" we've come in just a few years, it's really quite astounding. I remember when my mom thought having an answering machine was pretty "out there" and now she is a texting, angry-bird playing Nana. Apparently "we're texting" is a relationship status now, but I digress. It's amazing what a text, an email and especially the sound of a loved one's voice can do for your spirit. I think I need to remember the blessing of "hearing" those we love because I think I often take the sound of family for granted and, if I'm being honest, probably hush it all too often. Jack made some crazy loud boy-noises tonight as he jumped from couch to couch fighting evil-doers in my living room (yes I let him jump on the furniture-no judgement please). Annabeth was all kinds of giggly and 10-year-old-girl chatty tonight. Emma has asked several questions causing me to doubt and question years of my educational efforts (Ie-what is poverty exactly?) I'm blaming pre-teen brain-leakage for Emma, but how beautiful is the sound of family? Remind me to cherish the times I've been given to truly hear the ones I love.
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