There’s very little on this earth that can match the preciousness of a baby giggling. I mean flat out, from his/her tiny gut, giggling. It’s a sound breathed out of a life just begun; out of a heart and mind that have yet to understand much of anything. It is the sound of Love.
When family and friends embrace their loved ones who just returned home from serving overseas, possibly for the first time in years, there is exuberance bursting forth from laughter to tears; from smiles as wide as the Grand Canyon to sobs of pure happiness that could fill an ocean. It is the sound of Love.
When a song rises from a physical or emotional prison filled with awe and worship for He Who Rescues, the demons must flee. It is the sound of Love.
When hearts that have known nothing but pain feel the veils lifted, cries of restoration and redemption resound from the depths of their souls. Shouts of joy fill the skies and all of heaven rejoices. It is the sound of Love.
When He let out screams of anguish as the nails pierced His hands, it was the sound of Love.
