One More Red Box

What's Your Favorite Sound?

I just opened the window and was greeted by one of my favorite sounds, the birds busy doing all the things they were created to do...claiming territory, searching for nesting sites, looking for food... and a MATE! (My favorite sound here is the birds singing part not the looking for a MATE part.) It is one of my favorite sounds. I wish I had a speaker to broadcast those beautiful sounds all over the house.

There are others too - the sound of waves crashing on the shore. Isn't it amazing that God tells each one of those waves exactly where it is to stop on the shore, exactly how much salty water is to sink into the sand and how much is to rush back from the shore? As I ponder these things I am acutely aware that if He can orchestrate these things, He can also make sense out of my struggles. And not only make sense out of them, but work them together for good for those who love Him. I am so very thankful...

But I have to say, my most favorite sounds of all time was the very first sound my children made when they came into this world, you probably remember the sound your children made as well.

Sarah was a premie, so she was a little quiet at first, but then came that beautiful cry of hunger all the way from the tips of her toes (which was a long way, for a premie that only weighed 5 pounds) and I'll never forget it, it was music to my ears. I still hear that cry of hunger when she goes through her growth spurts, but it doesn't sound quite the same. Someone told me that she would sleep until her due date... and she did...and then she woke up!   Loudly!! Being born early didn't affect her lungs at all. She made sure the world knew she was here.

Madeline, on the other hand, was content to not do all that birthing stuff, it's kinda gross, embarrassing and besides she was cozy right where she was. It was warm, she was served delicious food before she was even hungry, nobody bothered her...kind of like last week when she was sick...But with a little help from a doctor she went through (and survived) all that messy birthing stuff, was wrapped up like a burrito and placed in the bassinet beside me. A short time later I heard this sound...it was the same sound as the bluebird that all summer long would let me know that she needed more worms, but I knew that the hospital didn't allow birds in the room and then I realized that it was Madeline...what a precious sound!!!

God has blessed me with another favorite sound today. I received a video of our little Hannah playing outside, jumping rope with her friends. She trips on the rope and yells, "Ta-Tee-Da!" and then cracks up laughing. It is a beautiful sound that I will never forget. We are all looking forward to hearing her laughter, her spoken voice and even her cries. I can't wait to comfort her with the words, "Jesus loves you". It may take a while for her to comprehend those words, but there is no doubt in my mind that one day she will and that will also create a beautiful sound

TTFN....