I finish up my morning devotions with a heartfelt prayer, when I hear a buzz, not for the first time. I find it’s interruption irritating.
Once again, I continue my prayer, ” ¦and Lord, if it’s Your will, could You please ¦”
Buzz, buzz ¦
I look around, still trying to locate the sound unsuccessfully. I can’t see anything.
Buzz, buzz ¦
“Oh, for Pete’s sake, where is that coming from,” I ask no one in particular.
Sighing deeply, I put my footrest down on my loveseat and begin to feel around along the sides of the cushions to try to detect any hidden phone or other device. I find popcorn kernels, nuts and other indecipherable crumbs, but no buzzing device.
Buzz, buzz ¦
I move to the lazy boy, even checking the back flap, removing more leftovers, but find no buzzer. Perhaps it’s fallen on the floor under the loveseat. I get down on all fours (ugh) to scope it out—nothing.
What is going on? Am I hearing buzzes instead of voices?
Buzz, buzz ¦
Just as I’m about to make a huge effort moving my end table to allow me to pull out my loveseat, I suddenly notice my purse sitting on the floor next to me.
Oh. I start to chuckle. Of course. I had put my phone on vibrate/buzz at my last meeting to be polite and forgot to reconnect the ringer. My phone sits in its assigned pocket, giving me little buzzes that indicate my writers’ group is actively chatting.
“Oh Lord, sorry for the interruption in our conversation. I feel so foolish. How often do you try to get my attention to speak to me? I listen for the voice I hear everywhere else, except from the very one with whom I’m trying to connect. Help me to hear you, Lord. And please keep trying to speak to me, even when I’m clueless.”
Dianna
Sharing the Fruit of Maturity
