Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Dancing on Golden Streets

Courtesy of Whimsical Winds


Today is a windy, gusty day.  The wind chimes that line my back deck are creating a cacophony of sound that brings a smile to my face.  I do love the wind chimes but they mean more to me than just sound.

I grew up in denomination that forbid dancing.  None of any kind was allowed.  Even jiggling to a song in church could get you thumped after services.

Mom had wind chimes too, and enjoyed hearing the bells and clinks of tubes, spoons and keys as they knocked against each other in the breeze.  Neither of us could pass by one without sweeping our hand beneath the chimes to make them sound off.

It was in the last few years of moms life that I stood at the sink when a set of chimes started.  I stopped in the middle of scrubbing a pot to turn and inform mom "Listen, daddy's dancing in heaven."

"We don't dance. It's against our religion." she lowered her glasses.

"Ahh but," I told her, "People dance in heaven from the sheer joy.  No other way to express it but to bounce around and throw your arms up in the air and shout."

She smiled and answered, "I guess we'll see someday, but you know I can't dance."

I'm confident there IS dancing in heaven, just as there was in the Old Testament.  After mom moved to heaven in Dec. 2010, I bought and hung another set of wind chimes.  I gave the same set to each of my sisters and told them, "When you hear the chimes, know that mom and dad are dancing together in heaven."  Not sure the chimes meant as much to them as they did to me.

Days like today where the breeze is fresh, swift and alive, the chimes are singing of golden streets, joy and reunited hearts.  I can't help but smile as the chimes accompany my day.

1 comment:

  1. Psalm 149:3
    "Let them praise his name with dancing, making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!"
    Dancing AND tambourines :).
    I need to get chimes this spring. I LOVE them too!

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