What voices speak into your life?

From the back room of my house, I stood getting ready for my day. I could hear the TV on in the next room and I began to listen, analyzing the script and the voices, trying to guess what show was on. It didn’t take me long to make a guess… and I was right.

A memory from the previous day at work popped into my head. A co-worker had just moved her office into our hallway. I didn’t recognize her voice until she stepped into my cube. Even though we have been working together for years – I couldn’t place her voice until I saw her.

This got me thinking about the voices that speak into our lives. The ones we let in and the ones we shut out. Who is actually influencing us? Cognitively or subliminally.

I recently traveled to Nicaragua with a church team who partners with Food for the Hungry. I’d never traveled with a team before and I used the opportunity to observe and study the dynamic and interactions of a western team visiting a community in abject poverty. This is a whole blog in itself – but let me just tell you – I was impressed. I met one boy whose story I won’t forget.

He had previously dropped out of school until he received a letter from his sponsor encouraging him to re-enroll in classes and continue his education. I was pretty shocked to learn that this voice of encouragement was just what he needed to return to school. The voice of a sponsor whom this boy may have never met, and yet had formed a relationships with, carried some serious weight in his decision. I guess you never know how impacting your words can be – and how they can change someone’s path in life.

What voices speak into your life?

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About Charith Norvelle

I’m the girl that laughs at the “writers” who sit behind their Macs at a pretentious coffee shop trying to find inspiration... and then I laugh harder because I’m one of them. A coffee obsessed photographer, in love with God, people, and travel... but where I’m from, thats not original at all. Planted in Portland, Oregon growing in Phoenix, Arizona. I joined Food for the Hungry in 2008 because I love people. Photographing them, learning and sharing their stories and helping you to touch, taste, and smell their world... don’t worry... the smell's not that bad.

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