At day’s long end, I called up my sister to check in on her galavanting (I like to think she’s galavanting) summer in Colorado.
The sound of her phone ringing, even though it is surely some kind of digital reenactment of “her” ring, suddenly became my favorite sound of the day.
It held some kind of cheery hope I didn’t realize I was even wanting to hear. But yes, I was longing for that hope of a good conversation. The hope of a funny story and a moment to laugh and listen. My sister always has something to share, so there is little need to talk about myself–that oh so tiring act.
Of course, my sister does prod and pull and eventually gets me to tell her all the things I shy from sharing. But this is a hope, too, as I hear her phone ringing. It’s the hope of connecting with someone who really knows your story.
Other sounds I enjoyed today:
“How’s work today?” and “Did ya make it to church today?” were both asked of me by a very adorable and cheery young environmentalist guest at work. *crushable
“I am totally buying you a Julius! I missed you.” was said by a leader and friend at work. *inspiring and motivational
“Sommmebbbbodyyy to loooovvvvee!!” was sung by a co-worker unexpectedly at the end of our shift. *tension releasing
“How deep the Father’s love for us.” was sung by a new worship team friend this morning. *humbling because I know He knows my story, too.
(Clearly, I worked today and it was a long day, but the smiles and niceties were abundant. I am grateful. Also, I wrote this on my phone after calling my sister. Thanks for being inspiring.)
Naphtalia 