Don’t Get Me Wrong – I’m Not a Hurricane Kind of Guy..

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not a hurricane kind of guy. But I do enjoy hearing the sound of wind outside on occasion. A few nights ago, a storm blew into our area. Over the soft whispers of my wife’s prayers, I began to hear the rising sounds of trees swaying and crackling noises around the house as the wind applied instant pressure to areas of weakness in the structure. But I also heard our cowbell-sounding windchime outside on the back porch. The sound was pleasant — reassuring. Even as nature yawned and roared outside, the chime sounded a sweet ring of hope. Something about the deep peals satisfied me that everything was alright. In the midst of potentially frightening circumstances, the musical tones provided a reminder that we, sons of Adam, are here also. While there is rain and wind and other threatening elements of nature, a man-made chime hangs under our porch shelter — a reminder that we are here, and that we are not alone.

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