The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So, it is with everyone born of the Spirit. ~John 3:8
The photo above depicts a Maine buoy bell that my parents added to their spacious, screened-in porch ages ago. Mom loved hearing its deep, resonating tone when the wind blew. It reminded her of her childhood, growing up near the ocean, and hearing the harbor buoys in the distance, tolling in the choppy waves. When a thunderstorm was brewing, Mom would head for the porch and wait expectantly for the powerful downdraft that would set this bell ringing loud and clear.
The week of Mom's passing, Danny and I receive an unexpected gift from son, Giovanni, and his wife, Hope. It is this unique wind chime that takes only a breath of air to stir its haunting, echoing melody.
Oh, how this thoughtful gift touches the both of us! These two couldn't have known about Mom's lifelong love for the wind and chimes, yet this is the gift Hope and Giovanni choose to send to Danny and me in her memory.
And for all of us who have ever lost a loved one, we know that in their parting, they have taken a piece of our hearts with them, one we will recover only when, one day, we are reunited in heaven.
In the meantime, I can sit on our deck, and hear the chimes, reminding me of all the good memories I cherish of my mother, and the long and blessed years we had together as a family.