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, July 23, 2013

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.

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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