The Voice That Matters

Voice

I’m always told that “voice” is the most important part of a story.

To have a strong, catchy, resonant voice.

One that others will engage with and relate to.

That when a manuscript is rejected… it is normally due to lack of this voice.

You need a stronger voice.

A bolder voice.

A voice with more personality.

Less like the others.

How much we focus on getting this voice just right… and we should.

But today I hear “voice” and others come to mind.

My dad’s.

My own.

How do I use my own voice? Am I aware of its influence in the tender lives around me?

Is it strong? bold? Need more personality?

No, the opposite is true. My voice must be controlled, loving, affectionate, purposeful. It must reach into the depths of little hearts and souls, beyond the behavior and circumstance. It must marry love and bear fruit in the words that pour through it.

My voice.

How often it has been used to praise and affirm… then chastise and criticize.

Same voice…

And then I think of my dad’s voice.

A voice that has led me through every year of my life… with wisdom, discernment, guidance… yes, discipline when I needed it… but I needed it. A voice that always speaks through a filter of love.

His voice gets drowned in the static of life. His words get lost in the crowd of modern sense and popularity polls.

It is silenced by self.

The voice that loves me the most… is the one I sometimes quiet for the spectacle of others.

Which leave me empty, tired, and alone.

So I return to that first voice. The voice of my daddy… who so patiently waits for me while I take my side excursions.

Waits to speak again… all the truths of life, all the guidance I need for each moment, all comfort that can’t be found elsewhere.

And I want that voice to be my voice.

The words I repeat to be his words, his leadership to be my leadership… that my children and husband would be surrounded with a voice that filters through love.

That my voice would have one purpose… building up those around me.

The power of voice is strong.

In story. In life. In eternity.

Let’s use it with intention and thoughtfulness.

And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you if you heed the voice of the Lord your God.

Deuteronomy 28: 2

 

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Five Minute Friday

The Union of Voice

One of my favorite sounds on earth is the low rumble and hum of conversation- as it blends in a union of voice, filled with laughter, and without pause for breath.

The sound of family.

It triggers deep memories- the memories of a very young child napping in another room, comforted by the tones of security as loved ones mingled. Distant. Faint.

Most of my life consisted of two parents and younger sister. A strange void in the hum.

Now that I’m married, I have Aunts, Uncles, and many, many cousins.

My heart soars.

I know that the bigger the family the more potential for drama. I’m unfazed. Perhaps because this “new” family of mine is far more beautiful than dramatic. Even now, as I type, I am comforted by the low tune of their conversations. Conversations about loved ones passed on, growing up in a different era, lessons learned through time and experience, and the laughter that comes after years have healed pain and tears have turned into wisdom.

Parents, once children, now guide and train their own. New memories form that the future adults will share with one another over a great Thanksgiving feast, while their own children are comforted in other rooms by the sounds of love and family.

The hum carries through the generations. The united voices change as it’s members pass into eternity and the next generation fills their place in the music of celebration and togetherness.

Sit back, close your eyes, and let the hum fill you.

If you don’t have a large family (like I didn’t) the same notes can be heard among loving friends.

Listen for it. Move to it.

Join it.