Good Morning, God!
Ah well, while watching the Academy Awards last night, it occurred to me that almost everyone has a problem speaking in front of a microphone.
The King’s Speech — Best Movie — focused on stuttering — or perhaps it was more stammering. But the Academy Award winners demonstrated how hard it is to say enough, but not too much. Ah, and then there is the problem with content.
It comes to me, God, that communication is such a broad-band affair that attempting to compress it all into WORDS is an amazingly difficult task.
With people we know, we have a relationship of trust that allows us to put what is said in context. But even then — even when we know how much we are loved — words can be “misheard.” Tones of voice, jokes — I tell Kit I am too sensitive for him to joke with me, but he can’t help himself — are so easily misinterpreted.
Even silence, God, can be misinterpreted. We WANT to be acknowledged. We WANT to have our existence as human beings confirmed. We NEED that. Yet, I know there are times when I have no idea what to say . . . when words are so clearly inadequate. And I am AFRAID of saying the “wrong” thing.
Ah, God, if we can’t give a hug, perhaps the next best is to send a card. We got so many cards after Patty died. I remember sitting with Kit and reading them together. It was a comfort. So, today, God, perhaps I can send a card or two?