World Cup soccer is on.
Two of three guys in the house watch it when they can. I hear it. The droning neverending buzzzzzz of fans’ noisemakers has bothered me. I find it distracting and aggravating. I prefer to not be around it.
I try to ignore the games when I come through the room and hear what sounds like giant mosquitoes about to lift our house from its foundation.
Yet, there is some application.
Scenario 1: How many times have I ever asked Rob or the boys to do something or have tried to be part of a conversation only to find out that it appears as if no one can hear me? I hear myself speaking, but it’s as if I am on mute due to the lack of promptness to complete the task requested or because others seem to pay no attention to me? Perhaps their reaction is prompted by my demands and/or lack of patience with them. Buzzzzzzzzz.
Scenario 2: When I feel a bout of negative talk moving in my thoughts and begin to take flight out of my mouth, I also notice that the men around the house abandon the room or stay buried in the paper, book, or tv channel. To them, I have become what those soccer noisemakers have become to me, an annoying background noise. Buzzzzzzzz.
Do you know what I do next? I don’t let it bother me…
Are you paying attention? If you are, then ignore that lack of being bothered by their acknowledgment. It does bother me. I can’t figure out why they don’t seem to enjoy being around me…a wonderful wife and mother, for goodness’ sake! Buzzzzzzz.
The scenario usually plays out with my saying the phrase again, my saying aloud the response I hoped to get, or my getting peeved. Buzzzzzzzz.
I read recently about a group of women who were fasting from negative, manipulative, and hurtful words. Well, hush my mouth. Can such a thing be possible for this one?
Admittedly, I am not part of that committed group. I should give it a try. How would you do at this?
Look at the Word from Proverbs 27:15 where it says,
“A constant dripping on a day of steady rain and a contentious woman are alike.”
It also says in Proverbs 19:15,
“A foolish son is destruction to his father, and the contentions of a wife are a constant dripping.”
A contentious woman is one who is argumentative. I would also say that an argumentative woman prompts the same acid production in the stomachs of those around her as those who whine, complain, want to have the last word, strive to always be right (even if we’re not), and so on. Sometimes, far too often, I am like a slow drip that is just plain annoying due to the plop, plop, plop, plop of annoying stuff flowing from my mouth. Will somebody shut it off? I know that must be what others think when they are exposed to such. I have thought that before and probably uttered negativity as a result and then probably didn’t shut my faucet for a while after it started. Buzzzzzzzz.
Okay, not probably. It’s a fact. I have been all of the above and sometimes, all at the same time. I wish it were not so.
If too many words come out of my mouth that spur the silence of unconcern of others around me, then perhaps I have become that buzzzzzz in the background…just another annoying noise.
What say you?