do you ever wonder if you take in more decibels of sound than you create? in other words, do you ever think about how loud your voice is in contrast with the sounds you receive? what is the definition of "loud" anyway? my first word association when i hear (ha) the word "loud" is the fellow adjective "obnoxious." i want to be noticed; i want to be heard. however, i don't think i really want to be loud. i don't think it's right to be loud. when i listen to music, i like to hear it loud, blaring from my stereo speakers to the point that i am convinced that i see the sound bumping from them. my intention is to drown out all other things; all other thoughts, sounds, and silence.
are you familiar with that specific sensation that you get only when you leave a concert venue after standing in a merciless sound blasted room for 3 hours? it's exhausting.
okay. sorry. you probably are praying for an end to my circling thoughts if you have even read this far.
i just am not convinced that it's my responsibility or purpose to be loud about anything i am.
my purpose is to be heard, delicately and carefully.
because i'm a part of something so much greater, stronger, and bigger than any noise i could produce.
i refuse to let my obnoxious noise distract anyone else from hearing.
i want to listen more than speak. i want to hear more than sing.
strip down pride...try using your inside voice. i've never met a person who likes being yelled at.
love mercy, live justly, walk humbly...speak to me, God.
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