I have two of them now.
Those tiny dainty girly shimmering whining ones are not my type. I love baritone wind chimes. French horn kind of sound they make. The four of us, Marble, Yoko, Beau and me, spend most evenings at my desk(Beau at my foot, of couse; too big for desk, duh...), with the laptop either on or off, with a cup of some, usually sweetened, (alas!) drink, (these days it's honey lemon tea my friend Nicole gave me,) and we listen to the wind chimes. Its sound takes us (me, I don't know about them.) to a faraway place and I just praise the Lord for peaceful time like this.
A few days ago, we had rain. And it was breezy too. So it was pitter-patter plus dong dong dong. I was in heaven. :-) If I can feel this elated, imagine how my heart would burst with joy when I get to the real heaven! And it won't be just one night, but for eternity. Beyond all measures... incomprehensible...
Jim Sjveda on KUSC last night was playing Mozart's piano concerto No. 21, in C major, for the May pledge drive. He said when listening to great music like this, it is really hard to think that we are only what the Darwinians say we are. Not a Christian himself, he said something like, "are you telling me this is all there is? (referring to how the evolutionists say we are as a specie.) There's got to be more than this..."
Halellujah! I know this is not it. There is more-- in Christ!
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