Oh how I love sounds.
They are all around us.
Some of them are just noise, but some are stories and music.
And I am not talking about a melody.
Let me explain : hearing how the steamer of an espresso machine heats the milk in a jar...might be just noise to you, but it is music to me, for it is the sound of coffeemaking and I love it.
Among my favorites, is the sound of our doorbell on Tuesdays,- which tells me, that a beloved one (or two) is coming for lunch -, the waves at the seashore, -that whisper to me about the never ending grace and mercy of God -, birds singing on a spring morning- saying: ,,you may sing in the night, for the day will certainly come" -, rain pouring down on a roof - speaking of the abundant love and care of my Heavenly Father-, or the sound of the rumbling motorbike when my dear husband comes home...
Sounds often tell a story and I am determined to listen.
A very precious sound to me is the voice of a friend. I might be standing in a crowd of people but this voice stands out and makes my heart sing; it's music.
Above all, I love the sound of worship, hearts that unite in a song.
Today I was privileged to join, as hundreds were bringing their praise in songs and prayers that spoke of the greatness and meekness of our God. What a blissful moment.
May you listen to the ,music' around you today and may you discover the hidden truths they are
ready to reveal.
By the way, what is your favorite sound and the story ?