Jenny Matlock reminded me of something in her post this morning, Little Magic Moments. Years ago, when I worked beyond my four walls in the land of grown-ups and corporate stress, years before my darling children were only a mere sparkle in my eyes I, too, enjoyed some little magic moments of my own.
The charm of the melodies allowed peace to cascade over my mind. The rest of my afternoon seemed a little happier and brighter much like the green green hills of Ireland. The mesmerizing beauty of the bag pipes stayed with me even after I took an early retirement to raise my children. This is something you simply do not forget entirely.
In 2006 when my brother passed away, my mother played her CD of bag pipes playing Amazing Grace. Prior to that moment, I had always imagined heaven's angels strumming harps as a loved one crosses over. As God's blessed assurance washed over me, I envisioned a solitaire angel standing on a luscious emerald hill playing Amazing Grace on a bag pipe for my brother. Maybe one day, when I make that journey from this life into the next, I'll hear a bag pipe welcoming me home...I once was lost, but now am found.