Almost three years ago I visited a small family owned garden nursery, one my chirldern and I had visited often. On this visit unlike the ones before my arms were empty. There was no little boy needing me to hold him. Somewhere in the distance there came this heavenly sound. It was high pitch yet soft and tender all at the same time. It reminded my heart of a child’s laughter. I followed this sound all throughout the winding garden. The end of the trail had lead me to a small, red wind chime.
Fast foward to tonight. All three of my precious little girls were sound asleep as I peeked in on them one last time for the night. There lying on my youngest bedroom floor was my son’s favorit teddy bear. I picked it up … but insted of putting it away I heald on to it. I could feel every drop of strength I had fall away. There in the dark room I bent down to pray. Words stuck like velcro on my tong. 1 Peter 5:7 flooding my heart over and over again ! (‘Cast all your cares upon Him for He cares for you.’ 1 Peter 5:7).
I don’t even know how long I was on the floor. I stood up and gazed upon the stars to say thank you one more time and there it was ! In the dead of night coming from a small red wind chime hanging on my frount porch was the precious sound of a child’s laughter.