Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, July 11, 2013

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.
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