Photography by Rita Hutcheson-Cobbs
I really don't have much of night life. Why? Because we live in the county and because I love being home. Pure and simple. However, if I never went out, I would miss amazing photography views like this one! I took this photograph on our way into the church to perform the Living Christmas Tree. Isn't is lovely? Comforting! Calling to us. A beacon almost. There is a story about this bell tower and you can visit the website to research that, but I think about what this tower has represented for me.
I remember the Sunday morning, waiting for Jerry to come pick me and our new son up from the hospital to take us home when I heard this bell tower ring. Joel was three days old. I remember my first day working at Children's Rehabilitation Service, the bell tower played. I am not sure if they were suppose to or if there was a special service, but it was as if they were suppose to play on that day to remind me everything was going to be alright. I remember our first Sunday back after Joel's coma, I heard the bells as we got out of the van to go into the church. They reminded me that we were home in our safe place, where people had prayed for us, encouraged us, loved us. Those same bells had played 18 years earlier for this same boy. Then I remember another boy that those bells ring for who is no longer a boy but a man and he reminds me everyday that the bells that ring in my heart of happiness and positive thoughts and joy go with me everywhere, every moment of everyday.
I want to be like this bell tower, shining for all to see, to hear, to know that there is happiness in knowing that regardless where you are or why, someone bigger than me loves and cares about you.