It is my mom's voice and laughs I knew early on I was going to miss the most because it had the ability so often to calm the crazy around us. There was a lot of ways which we were different, she could bring calm to so many things with her demeanor, and she rarely ever sweated the small stuff in life. If she was aggravated there was not much hiding it from those closest to her, but it was a rare occurrence to see her truly angry often. If she was you knew you should back up, because you were going to get an earful if you were not wise enough to watch the look and the eyebrow raise.
My closest friends always know whether it a good day or not so good by the flatness or quivering in my voice.
There are many voices we hear throughout our day. The sound of a loved yelling from the top of the stairs. The sound of a child crying. Some voices we easily recognize, others are harder to distinguish. If I hear Michael W. Smith, usually by the first or second lyric at most I know it is him.
Recently, I found myself in a situation where I was hearing a lot of voices around me, including my own. Some of the voices I heard were encouraging and constructive others more confusing. We have an enemy who distorts lies to sound like the truth. Who makes sincere concern sound like condemnation. God kept putting the truth of John 10:3 before me.