Day 190; Footnotes of a Joyful Noise

 I wish that there was a way that I could share my night. The edge of the storm that we got earlier, that cooled things down, has definitely got the crickets and other inhabitants of the night in a joyful mood. Up to now, I haven’t opened my bedroom windows, but I believe I will open the one closest to the bed tonight so I can hear this lovely lullaby. It is simply so amazing.

Tonight, this reminds me so much of my grandmother. Any time I spent the night at their house, if I was afraid, she would tell me to listen for the crickets. As long as they were singing, all was well. Tonight must be an amazingly well night because they are in full voice. I am surprised that I’m not hearing any bull frog yet. We will eventually.

I’m also betting the racoon isn’t going to be happy because I moved the metal bowl that holds the dry cat food to a place where it would remain dry if it didn’t rain too hard when the storm came through. It didn’t, but I never went back out to return it to where it usually sits.  The kitten that we were calling Boots showed up today. I fear that Itty Bitty may have either only had one kitten, or only one survived. Boots doesn’t remember me, no surprise there. One of the others though, when I carried food out, was hungry and wasn’t going to let even my presence on the steps prevent it from feeding a hungry belly. I didn’t try to bother it, I sat where I was, allowing them to grow accustomed to my presence, I hope. 

Mom asked if I would run her over to the big box store to see about purchasing a new vacuum as her twenty year old vacuum had given up on her.I would say she got her money’s worth out of that. She told me that all she needed was the vacuum and a gallon of milk. Which ended up being a vacuum, gallon of milk, bananas, drinks, bug spray, cookies and dog food. But I didn’t mind at all. I was glad to be there to help her. I on the other hand bought new measuring spoons and cups because the ones I have, look as old as mom’s vacuum. The measuring cups are plastic as are the ones I had. The ones I had, the measurement lines were faded to the point of, I guess that’s a half cup, or is it two thirds? Which made baking an adventure.

 I got mom home, then pulled up to my house. A little later I watched the mail carrier drive right by my mailbox. Good. No bills for me today. An hour or so later dad calls and asked about mail. I told him that it had run, and that I didn’t get anything as they zoomed right on by my box. So he guessed, I would imagine correctly, that since there was nothing in their box, and since I saw the mail carrier go by, that meant they didn’t get any mail. After listening to him, I could tell he was just pulling my chain. I guess mom had enough and sent him to pester someone else and I drew the lucky straw.

 The guy that is going to install my new storm door called me. He’s scheduled to come out next Thursday morning. The guy who sold it to me said that they’ve been getting it done in a couple days after purchase. I believed him, even as I wondered how. Turns out, I was correct to wonder because that isn’t happening. He did ask if someone had come out and measured the door and I honestly told him no. I’m now guessing he figures I bought the wrong door size, but I measured the way it was explained to me, and my son came along behind me and double checked. So it should be right. We’ll find out soon enough.

 As I sit here, I’m thinking about how sometimes we are given incorrect information. Maybe not deliberately. It is up to us, to do our own research to make sure what we are told is correct. The Pastor of our church tells us often, to not just take his word for what he is telling us but to check behind him. Read God’s Word, do our research, study to make sure he is correct. He does not want to be one who even accidentally leads one of God’s children astray. 

There is no excuse now, to not have ways to do that research. There are too many options available. From books to web sites to pod casts, to churches, to television programs. You get the idea I’m sure. There are ways, to find the answers, if we want to take the time to look.

That’s what God asks of us. To take the time to be in His Word, to read and study so to gain a better understanding. To spend time with Him, through corporate worship, through getting out alone so to be able to hear Him when He speaks. To spend time in prayer, communing with the Lord one on one. 

When I was taken out of my job, even with the pandemic and my having to help my parents, I found more time to spend with God. In that time, I have grown in understanding. Not so much able to recite verses, but in understanding the feeling of being closer. To knowing, that He was, is and always will be with me. So maybe, just maybe, what I am hearing from the crickets, is a mighty, joyful, worshipful, noise, from one-many- of God’s creatures.

Because I don’t have a photo of crickets

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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5 Responses to Day 190; Footnotes of a Joyful Noise

  1. John says:

    This is beautiful, thank you. 🙏🏻❤️

  2. Sophia Dane says:

    Dear Rebecca, this is wonderful. Thank you. As for the crickets, they remind me of my grandmother’s house, and their song that always put me to sleep … ❤️

  3. Amen! Now that is a good word. ” So maybe, just maybe, what I am hearing from the crickets, is a mighty, joyful, worshipful, noise, from one-many- of God’s creatures.”


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