WOW...I didn't know this until just now -- but yesterday's post... it was my 500th!! Good grief - I write a lot...kinda like I talk a lot and I have a few friends who will tell you that I send GINORMOUSLY long emails as well! Ah...words, how I love them!Happy 500th post to me and most of all, thank you all for reading them.
It is Monday morning, circa 5 AM and I have just been awakened by a sleepy little girl, needing to be tucked back into bed. Bless her heart, I have no idea how long she tried to wake me -- she finally resorted to banging on my head to get my attention - I am still deaf. Can't hear a thing -- and yes, I know, I will go to the doctor (I said that for my mother, who I know is thinking it as she is reading this!!)
I spent yesterday in virtual silence. We arrived in our Sunday School class and after settling in to my seat, I soon realized that I could not hear a word that was being spoken. I sat there for a few minutes and it just about drove me crazy -I could see mouths moving, but nothing - I could make out NOTHING! I excused myself, left my hubby to fend for himself and went to the church's library. I walked the book aisles, found some interesting items, like a small, big as my palm, sized edition of a Methodist Hymnal, published in 1845! WOW - it was kinda cool - it was OLD and even stranger, it was Methodist -- in a Baptist church - but it was COOL. I also found lots of books on parenting, which I skimmed for some much needed wisdom, and some devotional books that bear some more looking at as well. There were tons of novels, and although I didn't find anything yesterday to actually take home and read, I know that I will be making a return trip shortly.
After Sunday School let out, I met back up with the hubby and we wandered into the church. I figured my hearing problems would be easier to bear in the service, since the microphones would be in use. I did enjoy the music, we were led by Matt Papa, as the band had served our youth over the weekend in a retreat and it was great -- I could hear! I just couldn't sing... cause who knows how loudly I would have done it and embarrassed everyone. The speaker, Adrian Depres, an exceptional speaker and the team chaplain for the Gamecocks (see, my Carolina friends, this Ga Bulldog can speak nicely!) got up to preach. He is TALL with a commanding presence and I just knew that I would be able to hear his every word. He was excited and animated and for a bit, I could hear just about everything he said, but then he started walking around the podium and soon, the farther he got from a microphone, the less I could follow. It was perhaps the most frustrated I have been. I am sorry I didn't get to hear his whole message. My husband said it was good.
After church we picked up Hannah from her class and headed to the Mexican restaurant to meet all the grands. As I sat in the car, rummaging through my purse for, well, who knows...I realized that my husband was talking - but not to me - to my daughter, sitting right behind me in the back seat. She had obviously asked me for something, and me and all my deafness had not even heard her! I don't know how many of you reading this have actually met her, but she is LOUD - I mean a LOUD four year old. If I couldn't hear her, right behind me, I must really be deaf.
I am starting to think I will not hear again. I mean, how long can this go on...seriously? I have learned to be a bit more patient, to sit and reflect a bit more, that tv is not all I can do when I am home, but come on, lessons learned...I am really wanting to hear the simple things of life again, a door closing, a creak in the floor, clothes tumbling in the dryer, and most of all, my child, calling my name in the middle of the cold, dark night, wanting her mommy to come tuck her back in bed!
Praying for unclogged ears...
Wishing you a day filled with lots of simple sounds!
Living Happily in the Moment!
Beverly
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