"Look to Jesus, now and live"

Listening for visual expectations of hope or looking for auditory expectations of hope could be futile. Learn to look for the visual and be grateful for the visual cues and listen for the auditory cues of hope. I was listening for the cries of someone who was certainly gone to glory. You can’t hear him anymore. My soul was listening, you can’t hear him any more soul or body. Separated. God said you tucked that part of him into the ground for a season. The resurrection comes when no separation will be any more. Look for that day. That is a hope that cannot be taken away. It takes time to embrace the hope of that day. It takes effort and on today, it is easier to see what is not here, than to hear was is here. Romans 12:12 Rejoicing in hope, patient in “tribulation”continuing steadfastly in prayer. ? Why? Because we have a city whose builder and maker is God. Because we see a God who stands above death and life and bids us to cast even those real and tangible and heartfelt griefs upon Him. He alone can carry that!

First time I saw Baby Ben on cloud duty. Hoooraaah

3/26/14--11:29 am

Was that you that twerted? I heard 2 twerts, were they both you? Says sister to her clarinet toting brother. What a different perspective sisterly love is to motherly love.

You shut up, that is my son’s twerts. I wish you would have twerted or tweeted for me through Highschool, you chose not to so you have no right whatsoever to correct his twerts.

Anyway, the twerts were mine to miss or to hear. I missed the twerts, but I didn’t miss the skyscape. I’m glad that I wasn’t in my bed crying and missing the banter and the sky interplay. It was delightful.

The concert was 2 songs and 2 little people to enjoy in the seats in front of me before my wise Frosh came to tell us that he was ready to go. I am glad that I didn’t hear the twert, mess up of my baby. He knows that he has to practice and he doesn’t.

I will spend more time reminding him. For me and “Helen” the adventure of overcoming fear of the audience is the most important part of the process. Helen had a whole bunch of friends with her at this concert. I guess it was because it was my anniversary?

I thought it was Mu, because she wrote Lauren's name in the sky for me and everyone knows Lauren was her favorite. I said that must be MU, but when I saw the kookie clown I knew that it was someone I had never seen on cloud duty before. Do you have to be in heaven 25 years before you get cloud duty? Not Uncle Charles he's had cloud duty several times and he's only been there a little bit of time and aunt Glo's a neophite in heaven and she's been on a couple too...?

Helen made another trumpet blast in the sky this morning.

Do you hear him coming? Do you see the trumpets? I know He's coming Helen I said. Are the trumpets visible for the audible and audible for the visual? I am looking for His appearing. Helen said He is coming soon! I said I know. How good God is to allow the sky to show and manifest His appearing as imminent. Halleluia, what a Savior!

Goosey Psychologist

Goosey seemed very empathetic at my story about En’s injury from a duck from years ago. She was just letting me go on and on about my anger with that duck. It bit my boy on the thumb and I was still holding a grudge, not against all ducks, mind you, but just that one duck. It is not nice to come to the park and talk about grudge of a duck. They don’t take well to that, but I will listen anyway, because it is clear that you need to get this off your chest. It was so nice of her to humor my violent expression. This little couple of birds did a bird version of a wheeley infront of us. I think that is bird for don’t listen to her, she is one of us, she would not have kicked that duck when it bit her son. 2 sets of birds did this in front of the goose, while she was listening to me. I think they have a coding and system of checking people out and that goose is the main judge of character on the pond. Either that or she is the pond psychologist. She was really cathartically humoring me.

Flying in Favor"lings"!

It was a sunny Lord's Day and I was determined to "press my way", inspite of my untoward attitude. This is an attitude that comes yearly, when March rolls around, for some unspoken reason.

So, yesterday I heard John p. Kee’s new song. Walking in Favor. I wasn’t impressed myself. But the response of the birds was utterly remarkable. As soon as they heard it they said, who is flying in favor, sit like this. Amen. And they did. All the say to church they were popping five, as it were with eachother to signify that they were aware that they were flying in favor. I was impressed that they were so aware of the favor of God upon them. It dulled the accusations of the enemy for a brief moment. No matter how I prep for this month, He always swoops. Maybe the birds can see him?{the enemy}

"He's trying to steal the glory", they warned. "He's not stealing it from me!" they said, everyone of them as I passed them. "Are you flying in favor?" They said let's see if she can get up from this swoop from the enemy. I don't think I did and he got entirely too much attention in spite of the help from my friends, sad to say.