I'm a sentimental schmuck.
That's not huge news to anyone.
One of the things I do is save voicemails.
Now, I obviously can't save them all (I try...but then it gets full and I have to go through and delete) but the list of those I try to save keeps getting longer and longer. I've spent some time trying to figure out how to get them from my vm to an MP3 file but I can't quite figure it out (anyone out there know how?)
So, my narrative will have to do.
(and by the way, if you've left me a vm and I haven't saved it this whole time, SO don't take it personally. sometimes I delete by mistake...really.)
There's a vm from my best friend since high school Tam. She left this right after I dropped of my very first talk on CD to her. I was SO nervous about what she would think..."Wow. Wow. That's all I can say..." And then she went on to say all sorts of things I so needed to hear.
Tam, I have listened to this msg before almost every time I have gotten ready to speak somewhere for the last 30 months. (and, tragically, I just deleted it while listening! not kidding. Please leave another...grin.)
Then there's the vm from my little nephew Mark. I promised him a scarf...do you remember that? And his little voice from over 2 years ago is just beyond priceless..."If you get this message, I really want you to call back because I want to do this and I'll talk to you later. Bye. Love you."
Mark, this message helped me finally become "non-flaky Aunt Laurel"...oh, and you're getting a scarf for Christmas.
Then there's the vm from my Dad. I had sent him a little card right after Tim Russert died of a heart attack. My dad travels a ton and I begged him to slow down. He flew into Orlando a whole day early...."I'm slowing down...I'm wathching out for myself. Love you. Love the blog. Love you thinking about me. Pray for you everyday. Talk to you later, hon. Bye."
Dad, I've listened to this vm dozens of times late at night when I feel alone. Just saying that out loud makes me cry. Thank you for loving this screwball kid.
Right after my Grandpa died, when I was just about the saddest I've ever been, my sweet Jami (a 2nd grade teacher) had her class sing "You Are My Sunshine" (2nd graders! Does it get any cuter than that?)...ending with "Please don't take our Laurel away. We love you!" then Jami ended with a "We just wanted to cheer you up."
Jami, I've needed to that little song more times than you could ever know. And I listen to it more times than I'll admit.
Another little nephew, Peter, spent the first few years of his life not talking. His little brain had apraxia of speech, which means he understood everything but couldn't quite figure out how to say it...so he just didn't say anything at all. After a little bit of therapy, little words started to come and..."I....love....you." was left on my vm. Slow but crystal clear.
Karen, the fact that you would even think to leave a vm for me like that? Yeah, that glued me to you forever. Sorry I didn't get my masters in Speech Pathology so I could help out more (grin). (PS you'll all be happy to know that I now hear Peter is talking up a storm. won't shut up, in fact. just like his Aunt Laurel.)
Another vm from Tam. One of her "just because"..."i just love that we're friends and i just wanted to call and tell you I love you...and that you're so pretty. I think some of us are just late bloomers...."
Tam, you are one of the few people who could actually say that I used to not be so cute...and get away with it. I actually listen to this before every date. Seriously. And I always feel prettier.
But, I've been thinking about these voicemails...how much I love them...how much they help me...and WHY I even have them in the first place.
I have them because someone called me and I didn't answer the phone (fyi, sometimes I DON'T answer just hoping to get a great vm).
Which has gotten me thinking about all the other gems I've gained in my life...when God doesn't answer an immediate call or plea.
Sometimes what I hear...
what is learned...
what stays with me...
when He doesn't answer...
is what actually becomes the answer.
Like God's little voicemails.
Interesting isn't it?
(oh, and next time you call and I don't answer, leave me a good one, will you?)