Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I may never fly with the "starlings", but I'm in the Lord's "Aviary"!

"I may never march in the infantry..."

I don't dislike that song. I have often sung it while assisting in young Sunday School classes. I am trying to lose the violent bent that I have. "Study War no more" is my new motto. How can that be? You have been a fighter from the womb.

If you would see how my father would act out my earliest behaviors. You would laugh that I am saying study war no more, with the scriptures. I believe that God will bring a day where there will be no more war. War against even my own sins and natural tendencies.

God started yesterday showing me how to be in the Lord's Audubon Society, instead. Little "Nutmeg", my sweetest new friend sparrow, came around to dance a water dance in payment for the shower that I was giving her.

Shortly after this we got a shower from Heaven and I was reminded of the blessing of God's Hand upon us for good and provision and blessing and how we owe Him much more praise than we render. I woke to renewed worship and praise because of my little friend's dance in the shower. If "Nutmeg" can praise in the water, I have much more to praise Him about!

Halleluia!

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For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

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