Yes I Can Hear You Now

There are a lot of technological advances that we enjoy every day. I enjoy blow drying my hair via a gun-shaped air spitting apparatus versus the old here-sit-under this-hot-bucket-thing until your hair is fried. In magazine ads for the old bucket dryers it looked quite comfortable as long as the woman had her magazine to read.

Today I’d like to discuss an advance that really shouldn’t be enjoyed.   I’ll explain.

Don’t get me wrong. I do appreciate the convenience of being able to call 911 whenever and wherever in case of an emergency.  I do appreciate being able to take pictures of my kids and send them to my husband while he’s at work. I certainly appreciate being able to shop and girl talk with my best friend in Texas at the same time. What I don’t appreciate is all of the information I get from complete strangers that I did not want to know. 

When I was in TJ Maxx recently, I overheard at least three cell phone conversations in the store that I really did not want to hear much less hear it from people I do not know.  

Over all the past years that I have seen cell phone usage become much more common I can tell you honestly that I have heard anything from someone’s neighbor having a surgical procedure done that she won’t admit to all the way to another person describing a U.F.O. hovering over his house last night and that it might mean ultimately that he should call the “National Enquirer.” And on a side note. . . “they” always call the National Enquirer first.

I miss the old days after the era of only drug dealers using beepers then came the days of if you were important you had a beeper. Beepers could be annoying yes, but at least the person who needed to return a call from the beepee could go away . . let’s say pretty far away . . . hopefully to a secluded place where no one else would hear their private conversations.  Today, people just talk away acting like no one is around them or not caring if they are I guess.   I don’t want to hear most of what is being said.

I like the idea of having not only my own privacy  when I am on the phone but DEFINITELY I really really must insist that I no longer suffer loud untactful strangers explicitly detailing everything everyone else around them does and how it annoys them.  I feel like I’m intruding or eavesdropping even though they have chosen to have this conversation on their cell phone in the check out line at Publix.

As a writer I am often in a mental battle within myself.  Is it okay to write about pet peeve’s?  Should I use little everyday annoyances to make a point relative to my spiritual growth?   WHY NOT?! 🙂

I do not have to be involved in that same battle when it comes to my Heavenly Father.

I do not have to sort and pick through my own day or even through my past to tell God only the things that I am comfortable in telling Him during my quiet moments alone.  Why should I? I don’t need any filter.  He is all knowing, all hearing and He doesn’t have to have me spilling my guts out on a cellular phone publicly for that to be the case.

I suppose when I was younger at one time or another I thought I could hide stuff here and there, but since I was about 5 or so, I gained a bit more knowledge about my Father. Do I have to explain? Need I remind you, my loyal reader, what this column is all about? NO MATTER WHAT!

Why would I hide something? Why would I have a  God with whom I need to choose what I share or don’t share? HE LOVES ME anyway. No matter what.

If I  need to repent, ask forgiveness, strive for improvements, . . .regardless, I should share anything and everything with Him. Not just because He already knows or because He is everywhere all the time completely omnipotent, but because He loves me and understands me He comforts me anyway. 

PSALM 139 O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
² You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
³ You ^[a]comprehend my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
⁴ For there is not a word on my tongue,
But behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.

I should only be concerned if I don’t want to share everything good or bad with my Father. If that was how I acted then I am taking away that blood that Jesus shed for all of us . . .  Tell Him, share with Him, lean on Him, that is what being close to Him is supposed to be about.   That goes for everyone, me, you, eavesdroppers, loud speaking cell phone users, and even UFO witnesses and National Enquirer fans.