“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky
HELLO! Not Adele’s ‘Hello’ though.
Hello! It’s more than a friendly greeting, garnished with glee. It’s like meeting a stranger for the first time, a serendipity.
Hello! It could also be a refurbishing remark to self: “Hey, what’s up?! Aren’t you a blogger? But what’s with the virtual hiatus? It’s taking forever. HELLO?!
HELL-O, you won’t fully understand what a severe writer’s block whipped with procrastina cream is (a different entry later). It’s like being engulfed in a quicksand of your broken promises to blog consistently, or at least write a daily journal entry to keep a wordsmith’s sanity — to no avail. The more attempts failed, the greater frustration you get.
But there are times when words are better left unsaid. Unwritten. Unpublished.
In retrospect, I’m bouncing back with a quite lengthy epiphany on communication. Some Facebook memory posts reminded me that it’s been a year since I set my foot in Thailand the second time. I’m retrieving more mirthful memoirs to post throwback travel musings.
Don’t Put God in a Box, Think Outside the Box
In human frailty, I’ve tried to work out solutions for my problems. I failed. It’s more of limiting God’s power and resources because I oftentimes try my own ways. I gave up on giving up. But in this context, giving up is the best option — a full surrender to His will.
I’ve seen some of my friends’ photos when they’re inside the Classic British Red Telephone Box. It fascinated me with a longing to experience it. Unknowingly, there was a replica in Choco Ville (Chocolate Village) in Bangkok. Surprisingly, there’s not even a small bar of chocolate there haha! Anyways, it’s not about the chocolate. It’s about a bitter-sweet experience — like a premium dark chocolate. I’ll give you a virtual tour there on the 2nd part of this entry.
“The classic British red telephone box (always box in Britain, never booth) was designed by Giles Gilbert Scott and made in cast iron and first came into use in 1926. It was originally known as K2 (or Kiosk2), because it was a secondary design to some unpopular concrete phone boxes which had been in useover the previous few years. K3 soon arrived, then K4 and K5, and finally, with K6, the design became firmly established. Public telephone boxes remained this shape and color for the next 50 years, gradually being phased out after British Telecom was privatised in the early ’80s.” Fraser Mcalpine
When either a telephone or cellphone isn’t needed
Communication is the blood of relationship — any kind of. It’s not limited to a romantic one or family relations. It’s a two- way process: much more on learning to listen with a heart and unlearning to speak and react unmindfully — to respond accordingly.
Much of unnecessary headaches and heartaches could be avoided if we know how to tame the tongue or lead the heart, instead of being driven by feelings or emotions.
Meanwhile, communication with God is vital. Aren’t we grateful that God is available 24/7 to listen to us; to understand our most unreasonable feelings or most undesirable character flaws? We don’t even need a telephone or cell phone! And aren’t we gleeful we have Our Advocate, Our Heavenly High Priest is there to intervene on our behalf?
I presume that everyone wants to be understood. The question is, are we willing to understand others, especially during the most trying moments? When the tendency is to shun, detach, cut-off, or even block other(s) (especially the most irksome and most unlikable person at the moment of a significant circumstance), why not stop, breath — pray, let go and let God?
Build bridges, tear down walls
It’s a note to self. A telephone note thingy.
I’m loquacious. The tendency is to blabber and to drown in brouhaha sometimes. Listening is a skill I’ve been honing with hope: to listen with a heart, to try to put my foot on someone’s shoe — someone struggling, someone fighting his/her own battle, someone overcoming his/her own blind spot or stronghold. I’ve tried. And I’ll keep trying until I master it through God’s grace.
Communication bridges the gap. But it’s the right and Biblical communication that build bridges and tear down walls. The key is to search the heart, to listen to that STILL SMALL VOICE, to let God lead. It’s in solitude where you could hear God’s voice the loudest. Jesus spent many sleepless nights to commune with God, to KNOW His Father’s WILL.
There’s no better way than fervent prayer to fire up an intimate relationship with God. And it could mean cutting unbecoming tie(s) and communication with some people in our lives, not because of hate and avoidance, but to glorify God.
Communication is the blood of any relationship. It should be done with right motive; hence, with a right attitude.
“My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, because human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.” James 1:19-20, NIV
© 2016 LAF