Hello, friends! Hello, hello! If you’ve followed me over here from Life Inside These Hearing Aids, welcome! I’m so glad you’re here and I’m excited to show off my new digs!
But first, a note on why I started this blog instead of sticking with my old one. For one thing, I felt like the title – “Life inside these hearing aids” – was too limiting. I felt like I had painted myself into a corner and felt compelled to always write about hearing loss. Which brings me to my second reason for this blog. My life isn’t all about hearing loss. It’s a huge part of it, for sure, and I won’t necessarily stop writing about what it’s like to be hard of hearing. I just don’t want that to be all that I talk about. Y’know?
So. Living quietly. What the what?
“Now concerning brotherly love you have no need for anyone to write to you, for you yourselves have been taught by God to love one another, for that indeed is what you are doing to all the brothers throughout Macedonia. But we urge you, brothers, to do this more and more, and to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one.” – 1 Thessalonians 4:9-12
Back in August, I wrote about Quiet. You can read the whole thing here on my old blog, but the gist of it is this:
I grew up in a culture of Christianity that dreamed big things. If God called you to do something, it was going to be Big. And Awesome. And Everyone Would Take Notice. And if you weren’t doing something Crazy, then maybe you weren’t really a Christian. Or something. That’s how I felt sometimes anyway…
I admit I’m tempted. I’m jealous sometimes of people who live what I call loud lives. Everyone knows their name. They do Great Things, like write books or lead seminars or preach sermons or heal bodies or feed the poor. I don’t do these things. And I often battle the whisper of doubt that nags at me, “You’re not good enough. You’re not cool enough. Your life is not loud enough. You must not really love Jesus because you haven’t rescued all the children in China.”
But that verse keeps popping up. The truth is, I’m more at home living a quiet life. My place is behind those who are on the front lines, to pray for them and lift them up and serve them, so that they can do the Big Things. My job is to take care of kids so their parents can have a break. To type words to the internet so maybe somebody else somewhere else knows that they’re not alone in their hearing aids. To be faithful to my work, honor my bosses and respect those in authority. To make the neighbors feel welcome. To be faithful to all the things in between. To aspire to live a quiet life.
This isn’t a blog about having low standards or no ambition. I’m not trying to let myself off the hook for not doing more or trying to convince myself that a life consisting of making my own cherry limeades and catching reruns of The Office is sufficient.
I don’t think that’s a quiet life. I just mean that maybe it’s time for me to stop wanting to be someone that I’m not. I tend to want to be part of the in crowd, the life of the party, the one everyone knows or wants to know. What I really need, friends, is a reality check. I’m not all that and a bag of chips. I am, however, waaaaaay to keen on ’90s slang.
I’m such a geek and so I checked out “quiet” in the thesaurus. I forgot how many ways we use the word “quiet.” In this case, though, I was drawn to similar words like: Unassuming. Modest. Simple. Unobtrusive. Plain. Conservative. And honestly? I’m more at home with those words than with Flashy, Pretentious, Loud and Complicated. When I try living with those words, I just get a headache.
So that’s what I’m working on, to live quietly. I’m excited for this new blog, new year, new adventures. Join me, will you?