Wind Chimes  
Though you do not see him, you love him. 1 Peter 1:8a 

The house is quiet. A storm rages outside my living room window. The weather conditions, much like my negative thoughts, threaten to overtake peacefulness. Nevertheless, I shift in my quiet time chair, unmoved.   

             Through the weeks, I have been in prayer about jump-starting my writing ministry. But without the bigger questions answered, I’ve felt stuck. What should I write? How many words? How many pages? What’s my niche? Do I even need a niche? 

A familiar mix of joy and trepidation prove that God’s fingerprints are all over it.  Minutes pass, and doubt begins to creep in, making me wonder if I have ever heard from God a day in my life. One harmful thought can lead to a thousand, tackling me to the ground before step is even taken. 

             I place my journal down to my right. My trembling heart opens God’s Word, to the page where my devotional notes are written. This page, while it was not purposefully marked, unveils confirmation. My heart feels squeezed with affection. 

             As the morning light makes its way through dark windows, chimes create a furious and masterful melody. The aluminum rods held by fishing wire become one with the elements, hitting every note as God intends. 

I choose to accept this delightful assignment from the Maker of that wind. I place myself in the eye of the storm, and wait. 

  Lord, give us hearts that discern Your special touch of confirmation. I pray for courage to face any storm, knowing that You have a bigger plan. Make us instruments that sing among the elements.