What do I sound like?

This weekend has been such a blessing.  Some much needed time off and away that didn't involve volunteering somewhere, loss or illness.  We headed to Lincoln City and stayed at a beach side room.

Lincoln has been so much fun to watch. He loves the beach, the freedom to run. look for and throw rocks and discovering his shadow.  As he is growing so is his vocabulary.  Dogs, which he used to call doughg, are now woof woofs. Fans are hims pursing his lips and blowing out.  Birds, which he used to call bir or flies, are pee peets.  That's the best imitation of the seagulls cry he could do and he yells "pee peet!" every time he sees one.

On another note, it has afforded my the luxury of catching up on my reading for my women's group at church. while basking in the beauty of God's creation.  We are studying "SHE'S GOT ISSUES: Seriously good news for stressed out, secretly sacred control freaks like us" by Nicole Unice.  A fantastic book on how things that are considered a normal part of a woman's life, such as control, insecurity, and comparison, actually keep us from the abundant living promised by Christ.  

I got me thinking...if I had to be described by how I sounded, what would it be? Would it be a tone of love, anger, comfort, scolding, nagging or yelling?  I am almost scared to find out! We all have a perspective and point of view when we speak, and I have noticed in life, so many people are completely unaware of how they come across.  

I tend to forget about the times I was cross or yelled or nagged, but instead remember all the good things about my communication.  Depending on the person I am thinking of, I too can remember all the good, kind things or the exact opposite   I am praying that I can see others with the love, grace and mercy God sees not just them, but myself with too.

Between the quiet time this weekend and Lincoln's new identifiers, they have me thinking and reworking my heart in all sorts of ways. Not in a way that is condemning but convicting. I pray that if I was to be described by a sound, it would be a joyful and loving one, but also that my actions would speak louder than my "sounds".  I have a renewed hope for a better me, the me God has always seen me as and has be molding me into.