Spoon Chimes Shining

Last summer he brought home a box of spoons left over from an event at church. I wondered what he was doing. They were just cheap spoons, nothing special. A few days later, I found him drilling holes into the tops of them in the front yard. He was drilling holes and tying them up with fishing line on hangers in the trees. I could hear them singing softly already. “They are for you”, he said gazing straight into my eyes. “I know how you like them.”

He knows me. But how could he have known that these cast off spoons would carry nourishment to so much of me? Their soft tink-tink-tinking in the breeze lets me know God is near. When I hear them I sense his presence. On dark nights when seasons change and I am clinging to all I am losing, they sing. On blustery days when the sky is gray and I don’t think I can do one more day, they sing. He is invisible like the wind but he uses ordinary vessels to be heard and yes, tangibly felt. I am walking through a lonely season but the chimes help me feel I am not alone.

Could he have known that the setting sun would glint on their flat surfaces and reflect heaven here on earth? I walk into the yard and there is glory shining everywhere – beacons of light calling to me to worship. He shines into my mundaneness through these little spoons and they are serving up a helping of life and light. I am inexplicably drawn to them, like the fireflies of summers past. They tell me there is more to the story than I could possibly know. There is always more with God. He is himself mysterious beauty, ever present and always good.

Thank you wonderful husband for loving and knowing me so well. I love my spoon chimes and I love you.

Colossians 2:2,3 ~”My goal is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.”