Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Today the angel's step stool fell down!

lightning story
When I looked out in the morning it was upright. A few minutes ago I looked out and it was bent to the ground from the weight of the potted plants that I had hung on it.

I call it the step stool, because the day that I saw the lightning bring something down from heaven, the spiders spun two webs that seemed to mark the place where the angel had placed his feet to jump from here up to the spot where he shot the stuff down over long ways away. If my bird feeder hadn't hit the ground in the wind, I would have missed that amazing sight. Everything went very quickly and it was a blurr to me, but the spiders filled in the things that I couldn't see. It hit the ground with a thud very far,but not too far from here.

The Lightning marked the spot and the angel jumped to shoot it down, it looked like. I haven't been able to feed the birds ever since for the wonder of the amazing thing that happened. I like to think that the New Jerusalem came down, just like the sheet of the animals that Peter had to kill and eat. In any case, I went outside and pulled the step stool back upright.

Maybe that means that I better start feeding my birds again.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

When Morning Gilds the Skies?

When the hands of Sovereign intricate patterning snatches the visible and invisible particles of the air that we breathe and creates the pattern that we see in the sunrise, what does it incline your heart to say?
As I was going to work, yesterday the sky was so beautiful. I saw a pattern that looked like a wing, but it wasn't made by the clouds. It was formed from airplane smoke lines and I was really disappointed. I felt like, who are you, Mr. Airplane to try your hand at gilding the sky pattern that I see. When the angels have taken me into their closet to visit their wings, orderly arranged to try to help me in my disorderliness, they didn't look like that! I felt obliged to revisit the season when I was getting acquainted with the sky patterns here in NC and how very close they are to heaven.

I remember so many days that I was privy to the beauty of the angel closet and where they hang their wings when they aren't flying. They were trying to teach me to order my own closet, an impossible task. So many deals they made with me to keep this and that plant alive and do the things that I need to, in priority order. Your priorities are out of whack, they often implored. Rebuked and reproved, I felt, but still implored to keep striving. Yesterday, I was just angry at the impertinence of that plane to simulate the gilding of the morning! Masterful Hands are always laboring to beautify our surroundings with the color and vibrance that we enjoy!

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

My Tears of Jealousy when I look at Jochabed!

Even, nearly thirty years after the sad event, I approach the year with a knowledge that somebody is missing.
I ask God, everyday, why must I agonize so and have the thought of Jochabed's sparing son to taunt me. Isn't that the mark of God's approval, having the victory in Christ? Isn't it not having to go through such an aweful thing that means that He loves you?
Jochabed had influenced a generation in her gratitude and I believe that is why Egypt rose like it had to such a lofty height of pride. Men who had confidence that their mother loved them above all else on this earth. Those Egyptian women tried to compete with Jochabed in her great expressions of love to her son. This changed Egypt and the world. I hate her and envy her privilege to have done that with her child, when mine was taken. That is why I can't write that story.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Tweety came to my house today!

She is as spry as ever. I was glad to see her, even if she hadn't come bearing gifts. She tapped at my bedroom window first. I was still asleep because the coffee was late today. I jumped out of bed, thinking the sparrows had forgiven me for forgetting them this Christmas season. (I had every intention of making them a lovely bird food jello, but I never got around to it) I pulled the curtains with my apologetic frown on my face and there was Tweety. What a pleasant surprise!

I put on my robe and ran downstairs to open the door for her. In she flew with a gleam in her eye and a pep in her voice that I didn't see in her when she was being chased day and night by Sylvester. How are you? I yelled and we hugged and kissed and renewed old glances. "It has been years" she twitted at me, "but I knew that you would like these items, I brought them to you."

We opened the box together and she was exactly right that I loved every item in the box. Some fit me and some would fit the other ladies in the house. But we had a lovely time gossiping and laughing.

Thursday, November 30, 2017

King David numbered the people and was taken to the woodshed...Meditations from October's reading

He was privileged to choose his punishment, this time. God opened his reasoning to pleading for his own soul and for the souls of his people. What a condescending imploring that God entered into with David? He had been taken to the woodshed so many times that he was now mature enough to engage in advocacy with God in a new way.

He owned his leadership of the people, like few men in history. Probably because he was the youngest brother, I think. He entered into a relationship with God in leadership of men, from a wholesomely humble perspective. God often reminded him of his humble beginnings, when needed. But, my focus is the response of David in the grief of having seen so many of his people endure the penalty. His grief seemed to lead him to defend them, even to God. He seemed to see God as the lion and the bear. What is more remarkable is that God engaged and seemed to enjoy this grief response

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

I've seen alot of things in the sky, but this was a humdinger, even for me! {ON Shin Day}

This is the closest cartoon, to what I saw, signed by UNC C.He seemed to know that I would understand it! and just as quickly as he was a pistol-toting cartoon character, it changed into the photo of me that I saw, with a candle in my mouth and turned to the side, as a little girl.
I just kept it to myself amidst the music and the talk of the trip.
I am often aware of the angelic graffiti that comes to me in my travels away from my children. They know this is difficult for me and tell me jokes to keep my spirits up. Even the cows tell me jokes, when they know I am leaving my children.
They really don't like the way I sob!
I don't like it either. Well, now I think uncle was trying to tell me to hurry up and tell the story of "Glad Adoration". So that is what I will try to do. Jochabed's story will remain an aside...

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Remembering Day One!

Well, it isn’t as though I haven’t had a lot of experience caring for children.” Answered while doing my makeup and preparing for the first day at my new job. "You are not doing it right”. Was Emily’s curt answer. Look at you, makeup? For babies? You are dressed all wrong. Those babies will grab that skirt right off of you the first thing. Why are you wearing a skirt. Babies are dirty little things that you have to wipe poop and drool and spit up off of. Oh shut up Emily, was my answer as I finished my discussion with her. I have a funny feeling about these children. I have that feeling like I am going to fall in love with someone today. It is a funny feeling deep inside my heart... I kissed her on the cheek, like the day before I had you.  I squeezed her now grown up nose until she said owwwwww! I put my make up on and I did my hair and then I went to the hospital. I am in a kind of love labor and that is why I am dressed like this today.
With that short semi-argument, I got in the car with a quiet prayer for God’s great help and proceeded to my first day at the daycare…
For background, I did all I could do to keep my children out of daycare. It was a bad word in my house, growing up and never in a million years would I have said when I grow up I want to be a daycare worker. Menial labor, was my expectation of the work, but necessity had put us to this.

I just couldn’t find anything else. I will make the best of this sorry financial and jobless situation.

Emily wasn’t making it any easier. She kept asking me why I did every little thing that I did as a kind of good luck symbol, for an expectation of better things before us. I was really excited about what I would be learning, but I wasn’t at all deceived that. It wouldn’t be tedious and multiple stinky diapers a day, we’re not at all my fondest part of the expectation.

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09