What on earth am I here to do?
In the background are all the usual party sounds, the bustling of glasses, coffee cups and chatter. Music is faintly penetrating these sounds to bring an ambiance to the evening. Yet through this are the tones of Lizby talking to a couple of people. I can’t make out exactly what she is saying, but I know it’s her voice, I know her tone, her vocal rhythm and intonations. I can even tell the mood of the conversation. She is so familiar to me it isn’t difficult to hear this through all the other background noises. There is an echo in our spirit. It’s a heavenly sound, which is why it is sometimes so quiet, it sounds different to other sounds, it is not pushy but it is insistent, it doesn’t take over, but it can consume, it isn’t a demand, but it is a call