the sound of the bell

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 subsided. This morning’s bell brought back that “calling” to my

spirit. It was an encouragement to me. That part of me is surrounded by the

blue, purple and scarlet yarn. I am cleansed by His blood, enclosed by His

revelation authority. I wear the purple robe of sonship.

 

I am His and empowered by Him.

 

 

On that day the bells of the horses will bear the inscription "Holy to the

Lord." The cooking pots in the LORD's temple will be as holy as the bowls in

front of the altar.  Zechariah 14:20 (NET)

 

Make pomegranates of blue, purple and scarlet yarn around the hem of the

robe, with gold bells between them. Exodus 28:33 (NIV)