Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, March 28, 2014

"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!
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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