My pastor has a great post which has made my mind wander to a sound. This sound made such an impact on me that I feel peace even now while revisiting the moment in my mind.
The kids and I had visited Powell Gardens and the Tremendous Treehouse display in September 2005. What a gorgeous day! It was a day of escape, a blissful day. The kids were best friends, letting their imaginations run free, uninhibited. I was soaking up the sun on a bench at Powell Gardens while the children played in the tree cocoon. I was still.
This was also a day of healing for me. I had an emotional week. My husband had been out of town and I really felt God breaking down my pride, breaking me to make me more useful to Him.
Then I heard it, the windmill from my grandma’s farm. Immediately I could taste the cold water served from the communal coffee can at the well. I chased the guineas and the chickens in the dusty Kansas yard. I touched the piles of fabric in grandma’s sewing room, ran my hand over her sewing machine. I smelled boiling potatoes and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. I felt my grandma’s hug and breathed her smell in deep. She smelled like the sun.
God gave me that moment. It was what I needed that day. I could not have received it had I not stopped, been still. Thank you, Lord.