First of All
I’m not crazy. I know when you read what I’ve written here you might think I’ve gone ‘round the bend. Let me assure you, I’m not crazy or a liar.
First a question: At night, when you finally turn off the light, crawl into bed, lie down under those crisp (or not) sheets, get your pillow just right, curl up or stretch out, do you ever listen? If so, do you hear the sound that’s been drowned out all day by the noise and clamor of you doing whatever it is you do that keeps you occupied—a job, a vocation, a career, a hobby, a passion? At the end of the day, do you ever listen? And if you listen, do you hear it?
Stop! This isn’t about some ringing in the ears. What’s that called—Tinnitus? No, it’s not that at all. It’s much more basic, like the sound of nothing that is, in fact, everything. Okay, I can just hear some of you saying, “Whoa! What is she talking about?”
Could it be that Heaven is offering a preview of coming attractions? Before you click off of this post, please hear me out. I told you I’m not crazy! Granted, I do have a good imagination, but this is not something I’ve made up—not a dream, not mental illness nor some hypnotic spell. No! This is really real. This sound is quite celestial, and I honestly do hear it, night after night.
I began to notice its constancy several years ago. I’ve never talked much about it, so I don’t know if it’s a common occurrence among us humans, or if I’m hearing my very own lullaby. I listen for it all day long, and sometimes even catch a hint of it, but I hear it loud and clear at night when distractions are at a minimum.
Let’s assume for a moment that you have no idea what on earth I’m talking about. Maybe you’ve never stopped racing through your days and nights long enough to identify it. So, I’ll do my best to describe it. It’s symphonic—a masterpiece of rushing, yet soothing, sound of air and water—almost like having your ear on a big conch shell.
So, I hear things. I’m not going to deny it. Well, not just things—not voices, except God’s now and then, but that’s another whole story for another day. I really do hear what I call the gently and sweetly majestic sound of eternity.
It’s always been and will always be. I’ve stopped questioning the existence of this Heavenly song. Instead, I am grateful for the peace it brings. And I hope someday you will hear it, and it will bring peace to you as well.
I will be in Heaven someday, and this beautiful sound I hear now is very definitely my preview of coming attractions.
Oh, I’m not crazy…just blessed!
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The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.