Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, August 8, 2008

On a very weary day...

I walked around the building and stopped to see Mrs. Robin and Mr. Robin flitting from branch to branch in a playful romp beside the building. I was very discouraged this day because of circumstances and my demeanor was evident of that. Mrs. Robin was in the mood for giving me some instruction on controlling my relationship.
She flitted to the tree next to me and pooped right in front of me. That was the very first time she had done this. Mr. Robin flew completely the opposite direction and then flew to the top of the building as if to say, this is a bird joke, it is over your head. The point was that all of the mess that we worry about is just poop. She was showing me that what she usually does in private; she had to show me, to let me know that everything is going to be alright. You are leaning on that building right there as though you don't have a God in heaven. We are flying and trust God for every flap. What are you worrying about? I imagined her saying.
The two of them crack me up. "That is a bird joke..."
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