Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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
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