Resonance: the reinforcement or prolongation of sound by reflection from a surface or by the synchronous vibration of a neighboring object
For those who don’t know, a few months ago, my family was foreclosed on. We moved in with one of my dad’s musician friends who was gracious enough to house the three of us. Even though it was an adjustment, the Lord’s hand was on it in various ways. For one, my brother’s college is only ten minutes away, so whenever he was sick or something needed to be dropped off, we didn’t have to make a long trek across town and back through Atlanta traffic. Dad has been able to make more music connections and mom has made some business connections. Me? I feel kind of stuck. I am grateful for time to study and work on my own little projects, read, and dream, but I miss having my own space. I don’t feel like an intrusion per se, but the house is austere and not very homey. The neighborhood is beautiful, but their house doesn’t have a front porch (*sniff* not a sore spot at all…) and I stay cooped up in my room a lot because my bedroom and study area is all in one. I don’t know anyone around and finally ventured out to a coffee shop recently. (And I finally even visited a church yesterday!) All this to say, most days are fine, but there can be a few days that I really feel the change and some homesickness even.
Usually I make a French press every morning. Coffee has a way of warming my body and feeding my soul. It creates a sense of normalcy and routine. Anyway, one morning I wandered downstairs and starting prepping my coffee. The daughter of the couple we’re staying with came into town a few days to surprise her mom with a visit and she was standing around in the kitchen too. The mom took a cup of coffee from the Keurig and started spooning sugar out of our sugar container to fix up her cup of goodness. The daughter exclaimed, “Mom, when have you started drinking coffee?!” She laughingly gestured at me and said, “Because of these people.” I was amused! Here I was going about my routine, probably in my thoughts as usual, and this consistent habit of mine had rubbed off on the wife we’re staying with!
In that moment it was apparent to me how easily we can influence or rub off on other people when we’re consistent in our habits (whether good or bad, mind you!) when we’re not even trying to make an impact. This should cast a sobriety over our own hearts, because none of us are islands. People are always watching and gleaning, for better or for worse. So what habits and messages are you consistently sending off? Are you a thermostat (setting the tone) or thermometer (matching the tone already set)?