And I stepped out of the car almost onto a hornet's nest... Blessings for the day for me...

I think Mother Day had cloud duty, because the clouds made the most beautiful picture that there could be. It was as though Mother Day said, we must comfort Jayne's heart for missing Sunken Meadow's and make a Sunken Meadow in the sky for her. She absolutely assured me that Mr. Day was saved by the grace of God and that the testimony to be received is that we must perservere in prayer for the railers in our midst, Not you, maybe someone in your row. Mr. Day amened by stating matter of factly that we railers have to stick together.--Were it not for grace...

To the glory of God, we know that Christ saves to the uttermost all that come to God through Him and even railers, though we might be the stair cleaners will glorify God for the privilege of being so in the presence of our Savior.

The moon was setting in the perfect position for me to see it and the clouds came below the moon and made a valley for me to peer through. Just as the sea and the sky come together off of the Sunken-Meadow Parkway. Then, right over the moon was the perfect 2 lines of dark clouds, way above to mark the distances between where we were and the higher clouds. It is really amazing to think about the care that our heavenly Father gives to His children, even caring about our missing sights. I guess Mrs. Day was saying that the Sunken Meadow in Heaven is even more breathtaking than the thought that she could design a skyscape for my day.

Ad Hoc Praises to God.

The bird community in our neighborhood is very interactive, even though I don't get outside to talk to them often. I haven't been able to buy a bag of bird seed for them and they are still my friends. Two days ago I saw a hummingbird sit on a branch. This is very unusual. I see them flit and buzz around, occasionally. But, this hummingbird sat on a branch and really seemed to enter into the guitar music that I was playing. I haven't learned to strum yet, but they seem to relate to melodies plucked out simply and plainly. This little hummingbird was taking a moment to praise the Lord, between nectar hunting. He had a little friend that I saw who had no time for praising because the clouds were too close for that much comfort. It was certainly a time to find shelter from the storm. I was enjoying the moment of cloud gathering and bird watching and praising my Father in Heaven for comradery with the birds in gratitude. My one-stringed praise is very similar to their non-articulate praise and one day we will all be free to worship with our might the creator and redeemer.

It was so interesting to get an encore from the birds.

I never knew that they did that. When I came to the back door, three birds were on the three houses behind my house and they were all three doing the same thing. Making twirlies in the air around the perch that they had made on the gutters of the house. I certainly never saw something like that before. I see the birds do some strange things sometimes, but they usually polly-wolly-doodle{as I call it}, only with each-other. This time, I knew that they were letting me know that they were fans of the hymns that I was playing. I like that, they told me. God is above all of this and I was mostly playing for Him.

And, on the subject of birds; I saw 2 hummingbirds yesterday. One was sitting and listening to me play for quite a little while and the other was completely oblivious and set upon gathering whatever nectar could be had before the huge storm would come on us.

Oh when, oh when will we be free from the curse of this earthly epoch. Free in creation to sing God's praises unhindered. The birds are well aware that fallen, we can only entreat God for deliverance and that one day the earth will be free to "really praise Him!" Halleluia, that He will usher this in for us all! Maranatha

Amen