However, this morning I had an idea that stretched my imagination and made me think. It was about receptors. Or perhaps the technological items that serve as the receivers of signals have another high-tech name. For now I'm calling them receptors.
To my knowledge, every signal that is sent cross-country or just across the house, needs a receptor. A signal with no TV means no programs tonight. A radio wave with no radio means no music in the car. A phone with no friend is just a chunk of plastic and wires in your hand. And a walkie, with no talkie, is just talking into thin air. When signals are sent, they must have a compatible receptor or there is no communication happening.
So, this morning, My Farmer walked into the kitchen and said, "Hello." A fairly innocent and common way to start the day. But this morning, as opposed to the last month of mornings, I actually had receptors for my husband. I was in a place and position, physically and emotionally, to receive the idea that the man I love had just walked into the kitchen and was greeting me. My heart was warmed, and smile spread across my face and my mind thought, "My, this feels different."
See, just last night as we went to bed we were talking about how I was feeling distant from him. Not mad at him or upset or hurt or offended, just distant. Nothing he had said or done was at fault, it was just fact. He mentioned that he also felt that distance, and he had chalked it up to how sick I've been. Essentially saying, "You haven't really been yourself lately." I think I would have been offended at the inference that I was the one keeping the distance, but it was late and we were tired and he was asleep, me half asleep, before I realized that I never really responded to his thought.
This last month has been a blur for me. School Christmas programs and events, shopping, preparing, family gatherings, shopping, cleaning, My Farmer's 50th, more family gatherings, more shopping, three big days of eating and presents and family and more eating, and then a major crash from some pesky germs that invaded my body. I'm still sniffling as I sit here and type. Let's just say that if My Farmer were to infer that I haven't been myself lately, he would be right.
This morning, however, was a bit different. I woke up with a spring in my spirit, and lightness in my heart, and took 10 minutes before I woke up the boys to sit down with my Bible and journal and say hello to God. It's been quite awhile since I sat in my chair to visit with God, and it was good for my heart and spirit and mind to engage with His Spirit once again.
So when My Farmer walked in the kitchen and I actually felt his greeting and presence, I literally thought, "Oh, receptors. I haven't been receiving his relational connectors because I didn't have any receptors." He was talking with me, helping me, serving me, taking care of our kids, cleaning the house. . . in short, My Farmer is amazing. But I was feeling distant because my receptors had been blocked. For one reason or another - busyness, sickness, tiredness, distractedness - I had not been receiving what he was communicating.
I'm glad my receptors are starting to work again, it feels good to connect with the one I love. And all he said was "hi". How are your receptors functioning today?
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