December 5, 2014 Christmas bells

‘I wait for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning — more than watchmen for the morning.’ (‭Psalms‬ ‭130‬:‭6‬ HCSB)

Hello, DearHeart!
On the second bookshelf, on the back wall a collection of various sizes and shapes of bells waited like watchmen. Growing up, more than once, I remember Nancy and I thinking of her mother’s collection, “no, we probably shouldn’t” … but, how could we just walk-on by and leave them sitting there lonely and unrung?
Porcelain.
Wooden.
Brass.
Glass.
All beckoning those of us with bell-ringing intentions glowing from our hearts. Oddly, at least to me, they had a sort of ethereal charm. They drew me in … each with a clapper and sound of its very own that leapt up and painted the walls of the entire room and covered every picture frame and cushion, and the charmed ring trickled through our hair and down our necks and backs and through our fingers. And, we would stop and let the end of the sound wander out, up the chimney and up into to sky. Then, we would try another.
This season bells sing.
Let each charm strike your heart to be repainted in the glory of The King. He knows your way, even without words His presence guides you. Hear a bell sound and return to Christ, your Center.
By that sound, be led to rest and repair from being hurt by people who claim to love you.
Be repaired from those whose-
words hurt you,
voice tone hurt you,
mannerisms hurt you,
bad habits hurt you.
Let the ring hang as a truth … so you know the choices you and I make minute by minute, especially with the loves with whom we have been entrusted, determine our earthly comfort level. I believe that. Kindness wins both ways. For the giver and for the receiver.
Nothing good comes from hatefulness. Hate tortures the hated, but even more so, the hater. And, it can and will manifest itself in many ways:
Brokenness.
Emptiness.
Loneliness.
Strife.
Pain.
Unrest.
Some people refuse to battle their demons, don’t they?
And, those demons take root. They stick around and haunt in the most evil ways.
But, the bell rings, and signals the arrival of a Savior.

Wake up.
Find a bell.
Move into His presence.
Go.

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