Noises

I planned to blog earlier tonight, but my computer informed me it was beginning updates until it reached 35 thousand something. So, I left the room and picked up the Kindle my son gave me a few Christmases ago and it began to update itself. So, I put it down and decided to clean the kitchen for a bit. Now I’m back at the computer and I visited someone’s site that liked one of my posts and I heard a terrible sound so I quickly exited their site.

It reminded me of an enemy of a duck stepping on it as it lay down and the quirky duck sound from characters in cartoons filled my ears until I clicked on the x button as soon as I could.

Then I immediately prayed for God to protect this computer. There are times in life when a noise occurs that I know means trouble. Unusual grinding noises in my car cause automatic reflexes – foot on the brake, eyes scanning the dashboard for warning lights and little icons that mean something if I can find it in the car manufacturer’s instruction book hidden away in the glove compartment.

At one of the various jobs I held, my boss’s shoes clickety- clacked towards me on the tile floor at an accelerated pace. Then she’d open a drawer and start pawing through things and I’d do my best to escape from the narrow passageway as she grumbled about not being able to find …

After she released pent up anger or frustration, I’d hear the drawer slam and her shoes moving slower and with daintier steps away and I’d re-appear to wait on customers. I used to thank Jesus that she was not my mother and pray for her children and all of her employees. I ended up leaving that job for a different opportunity and my friends told me she became easier to work for after a little while. Who knows what stress people live with that we know nothing about?

Yesterday my daughter came over to the house for much of the day. She brought a nineteen month old boy she and her husband are caring for quite a bit to help out his mom. I’m teaching him how to race down a hallway with all the doors shut and no barriers to stumble over. When we get back to the living room, he lets out a delighted laugh and turns back to the entryway to start over. I point out my toe and hold him back as I say, “Ready? On your mark, get set, Go!”

Off we run with him in the lead. As he beats me, he gives me a high five and then he tries to say the word, “Ready” which comes out like, “Rery.”

That’s a noise I like to hear. He has a hearty laugh that gets me laughing right alongside of him.

I hope this finds you well. May God bless you!