I own a pair of earrings. I bought them for their simplistic beauty. I almost took them back after wearing them that first time. The two hoops hit each other every time I moved my head causing a soft chime in my ears. It reminded me of the scriptures and the haughty daughters of Zion making the tinkling with their feet. I kept the earrings simply because I never found the time to return them and, quite frankly, I liked them. Inwardly I worried what it said about me. Not that anyone else noticed or cared.
Until I went to the temple yesterday. I wore my earrings. After all was done, I was sitting quietly listening to the crystal chiming in the gentle stirring of air. I turned my head to find which crystals where sounding. My earrings chimed. They chimed the same soft chime of the crystals. Not the haughty tinkling of feet, but that same soft chime.
Now, in the chaotic world of my life, amidst the noise and confusion, I can simply shake my head and remember - remember the peace, serenity, and love of a Father given through the simple chime of earrings.
Happiness is. . . that chime.
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