It’s an identifiable sound that makes my heart skip a beat or beat a little faster depending on its source. I’m not sure I can even accurately describe it. It’s not the sort of sound that comes from someone who just scaled a few flights of steps. That’s more of a huff and puff heavy breathing. It’s not the sound that you hear at the end of an exercise class. That’s more of a “Thank God, it’s over,” but “oh how good I feel,” sort of sound.
This is a deep, intentional breath, followed by an exhalation, partnered with a frustrated noise that seems to imply something is just not going your way.
I recently heard a teacher say, “Even a sigh is a sign of displeasure with your life.”
And I live in a house with a husband and son who sigh.
Now, wait a second. Let me get the PLANK out of my own eye and tell you I’m a complainer! I’m also a people pleaser to a FAULT. And, when I can’t please all the people all the time, I complain about the amount of effort I put into TRYING to please them.
When my son sighs, my heart skips a beat as my mind quickly scans what could possibly be wrong. I frequently discover he’s just frustrated because he wants to hurry and get his homework done…or his dad asked him to unload the dishwasher…or just because he’s bored and the weekend is almost over.
The release of a deep sigh surely makes him feel better. On the other hand, my pulse rate and stress level shoot straight up. He walks away oblivious to any change in room temperature or Mom’s mood.
When my husband sighs, my heart-speed accelerates. It may be associated with 17 years as his soul mate. His sigh translates into my displeasure. Whatever it is, it freaks me out and puts me into a pint-sized panic until I discover the source of what I perceive to be his discomfort.
He will frequently say, “Oh, there’s nothing wrong. I was just taking a deep breath.”
He’s sitting beside me right now and he just sighed! So I said “Why did you just sigh?” He replied, “ I didn’t know that I did.” OMG! He recently had a total knee replacement and as I write this, we are at the doctor’s office. My heart just raced through a whole scenario of possibilities…pain…impatience…frustration. Nope he’s completely oblivious!
IT MAKES ME CRAZY!
I would have to be crazy to be telling you these things. But remember, I’m a complainer.
So that’s the situation. I’m not sure how to change any of it. I just needed a way to return my heart rate to normal, and writing sometimes works.
We live in a society of people who sigh and complain.
But, God is aware of what’s going on.
2 Corinthians 5:4 says…
“While we live in these earthly bodies, we groan and sigh…”
My husband’s response to this post is, “Every time you complain, we sigh.” I didn’t hit him in front of all the people in the waiting room, because you must have a sense of humor to stay married this long. I’m even going to quit complaining about his sighing, just long enough, to write a little poem.
In the spirit of Dr. Seuss with my best Eeyore voice…
Do you moan and groan?
Or are you quiet as a mouse?
Is it just the other people
who sigh in your house?
Are you a complainer?
This I can’t deny.
Could the drip, drip of my words
Be the reason that they sigh?
(Don’t tell them I said this but NO!!! I am NOT the reason )
And thank God, one of these days none of us will moan, groan or complain.
2 Corinthians 5:8 says…
“We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
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