A funny thing happened to us when Kyla was just a newborn.
We were, of course, exhausted from sleep deprivation. Glen was home and he lay down with Kyla, both napping. I was working upstairs on our family website when the phone rang.
I snatched it up quickly, so it wouldn't wake my sleeping beauties. (No one ever called or rang the doorbell, unless Kyla was taking a rare nap.)
I hissed, "Hello?" into the receiver.
"May I speak to Glen?" a woman replied.
"May I tell him who's calling?
"Yes," she said, "his mother."
She had the wrong number, and we hung up when I told her so. Unfortunately, we were not done. The phone immediately rang again. I jerked it up, still wanting to save the quiet in the house.
"Hello?" (We didn't have caller ID at this point...)
Same woman's voice said, "Hello, may I speak to Glen?"
"I'm sorry, like I just told you, you have the wrong number."
"I want to talk to my son! You better let me speak to him!"
Admittedly, I was frustrated. I told her, as calmly as I could at that point, "Ma'am, I know my mother-in-law's voice, and you are not her! You have the wrong number! We have a newborn, and she is asleep. Please do not call back!"
We hang up.
The phone rings a third time.
Resisting the urge to tear it from the wall, I answer with an abrupt Hello, and get a man's voice in reply.
"Yes, may I speak with Glen?"
(I can laugh now, but I assure you it was not funny then.)
"Sir, I assume that I just spoke with your wife, and like I told her, you have the wrong phone number. You are not my father-in-law, I know his voice!"
By this time a little wisdom kicked in, and I unplugged the phone.
This story reminds me of how important it is to have a close relationship with Jesus, so we will know His voice when He calls us home one day.
We were, of course, exhausted from sleep deprivation. Glen was home and he lay down with Kyla, both napping. I was working upstairs on our family website when the phone rang.
I snatched it up quickly, so it wouldn't wake my sleeping beauties. (No one ever called or rang the doorbell, unless Kyla was taking a rare nap.)
I hissed, "Hello?" into the receiver.
"May I speak to Glen?" a woman replied.
"May I tell him who's calling?
"Yes," she said, "his mother."
She had the wrong number, and we hung up when I told her so. Unfortunately, we were not done. The phone immediately rang again. I jerked it up, still wanting to save the quiet in the house.
"Hello?" (We didn't have caller ID at this point...)
Same woman's voice said, "Hello, may I speak to Glen?"
"I'm sorry, like I just told you, you have the wrong number."
"I want to talk to my son! You better let me speak to him!"
Admittedly, I was frustrated. I told her, as calmly as I could at that point, "Ma'am, I know my mother-in-law's voice, and you are not her! You have the wrong number! We have a newborn, and she is asleep. Please do not call back!"
We hang up.
The phone rings a third time.
Resisting the urge to tear it from the wall, I answer with an abrupt Hello, and get a man's voice in reply.
"Yes, may I speak with Glen?"
(I can laugh now, but I assure you it was not funny then.)
"Sir, I assume that I just spoke with your wife, and like I told her, you have the wrong phone number. You are not my father-in-law, I know his voice!"
By this time a little wisdom kicked in, and I unplugged the phone.
This story reminds me of how important it is to have a close relationship with Jesus, so we will know His voice when He calls us home one day.
"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them, and they will never perish; and no one will snatch them out of My hand." (John 10:27 NASB).
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