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Just the sound of your voice...

Do you know someone where just the sound of their voice evokes a reaction?  I have a few people in my life that just hearing them speak makes me shriek. Want to hide under my desk or run away because it's not that I dislike them, I just dislike when they speak.

There have been many times I am sure people felt the same way about me.  I didn't always have poise and grace. And often times, more often than not, I would say the stupidest things.  I am sure my voice, at many times made people shriek.

But why is that?  What do we get so consumed by what people have to say or not say, or how the way they say it?

Since the beginning of time our voices have gotten us in trouble.  In the garden God rebukes Adam and Eve by saying “Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten of the tree..."  (Gen 3:17)

 I often wondered if I find myself more agitated because of what the person is saying or how the person is saying it.  I am sure at times it’s on or the other or both.   I also think it bothers me more when it's those people that really just like to hear the sound of their own voices.  They can't stand quietness.  I use to be much like that.  Lately though, I can drive home without the radio on - in complete silence.  It's nice. 

I think it's important to remember we have great power in our voice and in our words.  We must choose to speak the truth in love and often times I find that may mean not speaking at all.   The bible tells us to be slow to speak and quick to listen.  We don't do that nearly enough in our society.  

Our voices can represent so much more if we recognize how they have been given to us and how we should use them. What we say is a direct reflection of who we are and what is in our hearts.    Therefore, we should just babble on about randomness or use our voices in the wrong manner.

So in conclussion will end with this from 1Thessalonians 2:4 "..so we speak, not to please man, but to please God who tests our hearts."

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