Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Saturday, May 24, 2014

I do wish that I would have thought to take a picture of the sky

What a beautiful decoration for En's birthday party was in the sky. I didn't get a real chance to drink it all in. Just the portion of the sky that was in the corner that I call Grandma and Barbara Stanwyck's corner. I started calling it that the night of the storm when we were watching the movie with Barbara Stanwyck and she was starting another fire and there was a lightning storm at the same time we were watching that part of the movie. I call that their corner and when the clouds are swirling like they were last night I know that those ladies are delighting in redemption and the second Great grandson's 20th birthday.

Gram, as usual had her stair motif. The steps were in the shape of Ton's birthmark. A J in clear foot prints and the cake was right next to it a pineapple upside-down cake bundt. Their theme for the party was "Jo March" The cake and the stairs was the J and the O and they probably had the whole thing spelled out for me, but I was too tired to decifer any thing last night. Thank God for Grandma and my love that spans wherever she is and wherever I am. She is never there but always putting the pictures in the view master of the clouds and showing them to me.

Here are my footprints and if you don't make it to Heaven, with your on again off again self, I don't know what I will do, she seems to say. Motherhood is one of the lassos that can grab a soul and make it hellbound, if you don't watch out. Idols in your heart that keep you from really loving God. There is a host of Godmothers unwrapping me from my lassos regularly and reminding me of the prize to be won. I do so lose sight of that.

Grandma Mon said Tony boy must be prayed for and his birthmark is the J in Jo March the building puzzle. She wouldn't let me see it was her and she scurried up the J steps and let me see her foot prints as clear as can be. Don't miss the real experience of heaven! Don't lose the match! Your halftime on this game you were behind as could be. In the hospital for the tenth birthday and here you are out and about. Thank God for small mercies daily and take one ball at a time. I was grateful for the pep talk.

A sparrow visited my birdfeeder to bring my thoughts back to earth and I went back inside to enjoy the festivities. We've got the whole family in prayer they all said in Grandmother lingo. I understood completely and received every fond wish. Happy 20th anniversary of the yes from God after a very big no. 20 years of watching his nearly every breath hoping that he wouldn't turn blue in front of you. He hasn't and I am breathing still, too. Thank you, Lord.

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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