Beautiful Sounds

This afternoon, I walked over to the convent after a very full afternoon of helping with a big cleaning project.  I wanted to change clothes, and maybe do some laundry while I was at it.
 
I had left my winter coat hanging up in the normal spot, deciding to brave the elements and go out in “just my shirt-sleeves.”  I was happy I did; it was certainly pleasant enough out. 
 
As I neared the convent, I heard the sound of water runner; snow had melted and the resulting water was running down toward the drainage system.  This beautiful sound did my ears good, a welcome sign of hope after a less than uplifting afternoon (or week, for that matter)!
 
I got inside, and while I was accomplishing the mission for which I had come, I heard the sound of a bird singing outside: another beautiful sign of hope. 
 
Amidst so much stress and discouragement in our world at this time, I am thankful for the many beautiful sounds and sights, gifts from heaven.  

If only we could all be more alert to them!

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