I was walking the dog this morning at one of our usual locations. We were not there long when the sound of a bell was heard. It was not a loud, alarm-type of sound, but more of an encouraging sound. As we walked, it continued intermittently for 15 minutes or so. As expected, I never did find the source. It did though cause me to think of scripture and of a time from my past. During the Christmas season of 1998 I was in a prayer room at church, praying through one of our Sunday morning service. As I was getting up from the floor, I noticed something directly in front of my face. It was a small bell, of the ornamental/decoration type. I kept that gift-bell with me for a decade, until one morning, it disappeared as simply, as it had initially had appeared for me. It took quite a while for me to get over that. At first, I felt as if it had been removed from me, as a punishment or for a failure. That false notion...