Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Monday, March 3, 2014

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.
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