Talking....

You often hear comediennes and "experts" commenting on how women

do all the talking and men do not listen. Which is 1 million% true.
My husband does not hear probably about 85% of what I say. I know,

he thinks he hears more. But he has proven over and over that he does not.
And it really does not matter what I talk about. Even if I am talking about

music or his camper, he rarely listens to what I am saying. He thinks he

is listening. But really, he is thinking about something else.
Now, its also true that I love to talk. But I think I am a pretty good listener.

 

 

Yesterday afternoon, we went to a church in Dewey, Arizona. Its about

1 1/2 hours away. We have gone there several times. And usually, either

I am talking or its just quiet. Which is usually fine with me too. If its just a

calm quiet. But yesterday, he was talking too. Like actually talking.

He talked and then I talked and then he talked and then I talked.

Like we actually heard what each other was saying.

 

We talked about things that matter. Important things. Funny things.

About a lot of things. And I was wishing the trip would go on a

lot longer. It does not happen often that we get to talk like

that at any length. It was a wonderful time.

And I know God was blessing us with that time.
Thank you, God.