Helen had to get the angels to carry the car all the way home from Chowan! Evvie is not in the car?

Helen, I didn't know that you had an in with the angels like that? She laughed to think that could be the case. You know God ordered this, was her response. They had a cloud video including the parts of prayer that are being answered in this trip and where they were prayed. First, there was a rainbow, set at half-staff to let us know that God loves us and has a wonderful plan for our lives. This is part of a divine plan and you will soon see the outworking of God's good pleasure in separating her for a while. We believe that in our hearts, but we are experiencing parental separation anxiety, still. I hate looking at those memories in the clouds, when they play it. Grandma made the curtain and knew just how to catch my attention with scallops on the curtain, not on the bottom, but on the top.

After the scallops, it was a large dark cloud with my whole body silhouette and each part of the body was animated to show the quietness of prayer to God for this day. The hands in prayer and my body laying on my back, the hands turned into a horse and touched my nose to wipe the tears of dishdoing...{why would I cry about doing dishes, that's the part that was saddening} I hear those silent prayers was the end-point of the cloud video, among other poignant charges and instructions. Oh dear, I didn't bring my notebook to take the notes from this sermon, I said. You will remember, said Helen.

I know exactly where I was, when they painted that silhouette. God sees all and hears every prayer. He has an individual plan for each child and each similitude of the child to another. We can let go of some parts of the relationship to take hold of the new parts of the relationship that God has for us in parenting.

Hettie cow was waiting for me in tears, at the pond!

I was so touched by her comradery. She said, this is just like the day my baby was sold off the farm. I said, not really, Hettie, but tell me about it anyway. She turned her back to me, to wipe her tears. It is a real part of the cow culture not to cry, unless the person they are counseling is crying. She saw I was okay, so she wiped her tears and turned to me with a clear and sunny disposition.

I didn't mean to impose my imagination into your college season. The geese have been warning everyone about "Mommy's letting go season". Everybody knows how completely connected you are with your children. They are trying to comfort you. I, for one am glad to know that you are doing well about this process. Don't worry, if you cry. Mommy's all cry at these seasons.

Thank you, Hettie. I appreciate your consideration and empathetic tears. I will talk to you again, when we get home.

Color Coordinated Canary?

Doesn't this faded sunflower make my color look prettier? The little show-off came to show her color over the humble grey sparrows. Nutmeg wasn't at all impressed by canary's showiness this morning. I thought she was talking to me and Nutmeg. Come to find out that she was not even aware of us. Her beau was on the roof of the adjacent house and she was showing off for him.

When I came home, I saw them polly-wolly-doodling up into the air.

The sparrows have taken it as their job to humble miss canary and help her to know that showing off is not a bird's nature. It may not be a humble sparrow's nature to show off, but turns out it is a canary and a bluejay's nature, at least to show off as much as possible.

What has she got to show off about? She has her lovely color to show off, I said. Do you think yellow is a better color than grey, asked Nutmeg of me, genuinely? Well, I had to think fast, so as not to offend my dear friend. I don't think it's better, just a bit brighter, don't you think? God said we should be humble, she returned swiftly. I know, I said back to her. Humble doesn't predispose us not to be pleased at our good points. Just like your curiosity and the beauty of your little spray dance, was what drew us together as friends, sometimes that little distinction of difference can draw sparrows and canaries to enjoy the differences between birds. Canaries and Sparrows can worship God as friends and not competitors. I don't think God's eye is not on the canary, just because his eye is on the sparrow. He loves us all, doesn't He? Just because you are mentioned as diminiutive and recognizable, by God, doesn't mean that He doesn't notice the other birds as well.

We laughed hard at the pride that thought gave us in our condition. Thank God, He is merciful to His erring creatures. Right?

Looking up for the heavenly plays in the sky

For days, it has been overcast and somewhat to very stormy. Darkened skies are no real mirror into the soul, necessarily. If sunshine is in my soul, I can say to my soul, why are you cast down? I have just gotten used to the beauty of the covered sky and gotten to see the showers of blessings reflected in them when I looked out this morning expecting to see some small graffiti covering my blue skyline. Surprise, Brother Marius is back on duty, after ever so long.

I missed you, Brother Marius. I thought it so very providential that he was my health teacher, in summerschool. How stupid do you have to be to fail health? Stupid enough to get a grade on your notebook and whether or not you doodle here and there and anywhere. Truly "nonsense" was his dearest contribution to my completed high school education. "Nothing between my soul and my Savior" was the call of the day through his dear remembrance and the wonder of the St. Francis Prep traverse. I am ever so grateful for his kind and grumpy attendance to my sweet summer in the hands of St. Francis Prep.

It is a New York mindset that can see human providences in the graffiti that distresses you in your commute and the silence of the cloudless sky, in similitude.

It is my opinion that Nothing Between is Brother Marius' favorite hymn and he jumped to the head of the line on cloud duty to let me know this. :)

We passed a Sunflower patch and I cried on Uncle's shoulder, so hard that we had to sit down.

I needed those, Halleluias, Uncle, I came here to get them and I don't know how many I just lost, pulling them out of my pocket. Whatever am I going to do?
Uncle just quietly consoled me, even he didn't know what to say. I didn't know you were going to get so upset about the loss of the Halleluias, was his only reply, after he waited for me to calm down some. We got up and started to pick up the pace, to make up the time, we had lost crying.
If you don't watch it, he sternly warned, you will not make it to Glad Adoration, in one piece. That was a real slap in the face. I knew that I didn't want to go to Glad Adoration in more than one piece, so I really tried to pull myself together.

All ye who hear, Brothers and sisters, draw near;

All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him!

We were getting close to "For Aye" and there was a huge number of people bottlenecking on the road. Uncle said that this is the junction where "All ye who hear" and "All that hath life" and breath come together. What huge traffic and I saw the angels overhead trying to build congregations to suit the large numbers of people from different cultures who were coming to the same place at the same time. They would come down and look people in the face, here and there and then fly up above us to talk about what they would have to do to make this and that different group of people meet on an area of agreement. These are similar in this way and different in this way, they would say. We will have to blind them to this aspect of their differences for a while, until they get mature enough to know their Christian duties, if we are going to accommodate them all in this small road portion. It broadens out, once we get to Aye, but along this course, there is sure to be a lot of conflict. Two of them were sent higher to get some "Blessed salve" for the damages that were sure to happen in the close quarters. Families were close to the center and on the outside were the solitary. Every once in a while the angels would lift a solitary one and just drop them in the middle of this and that family. It was adorable.
Uncle, are all of these people going to "Glad Adoration"? YYupp! was his terse reply. Many a solitary get stuck on the fence on either side of the road at this point and they stay there for a long time, before the angels loose them and drop them in the center, so that they can make progress.
The angels had a hymn list that they stuck to very closely. They had very little tolerance for changes in this close proximity. Patience was about them, but they were very diligent about keeping the group moving at a good pace.

I had forgotten that I had so many Halleluias in my pocket...

It suddenly occurred to me that I might have dropped a couple of them unwittingly. I took some of them out of my pocket to count them and they flew up right out of my hand. Don't do that, said Uncle. Put those withdrawals back in your pocket; they will find their way back into the bank, if you don't. Oh dear, I was disappointed at the loss of a couple of Halleluias, but I knew that I would see them again.

I had always thought that the sacrifice of praise and the glad adoration were the same weight. Glad adoration is weighty and sacrificial praise swiftly rise. I am glad that I didn't have to go to glad adoration bank or I couldn't have even carried one of those halleluia's home. That is the amazing thing about praises, said Uncle, You carry them or they carry you, either way, you are still moving heavenbound, eh? I didn't really know what that meant, but I would find that out in a little while.

Uncle wanted me to tell him about the sad adoration pool that I had spent so much time in. I told him how tired I had gotten and how they were so patient with my inability and smallness. He said angels are great at building people up. He said that he hadn't met any that were abrupt, but they all seem to have all the time in the world. We laughed when we thought about that reality. I guess they do have all the time in the world to oversee, this way or that?

Marvelous Wisdom Ridge!

Praise ye the Lord, who with marvelous wisdom hath made thee! Decked thee with health, and with loving hand guided and stayed thee; How oft in grief Hath not He brought thee relief, Spreading His wings for to shade thee!

We had to walk along the "Marvelous Wisdom Ridge". It was a long street that went along a side of a very deep hill. The views from there were marvelous. We could see a long way around from that street, but it seemed like a short walk because of the beauty of the view of the entire city that was below it. All of the other streets led into Marvelous Wisdom Ridge. We passed all of the streets that we had walked on as we were walking on Marvelous Wisdom Ridge. How could that be, Uncle? Are we going in a circle? No, said Uncle our guide said there is no way to get to "Glad Adoration" without walking along Marvelous Wisdom. It didn't seem right to me that the streets all led into that one street.

We went passed a Church and there was singing and millions of Halleluias wafted through the air and we saw them visually swirling into the sky in a rainbow.

You got eyes to see, Halleluia! You got ears to hear, Halleluia! etc.

Souls were being carried up to heavenly heights on these Halleluias. Uncle and I looked at eachother and this sight made us the most awestruck than we had been. The sights were glorious. What color Halleluia is that, Uncle?

"Do You Know, Way" was right below where we were.

Wow, Uncle, if we walk through all the questions, the answers are on the low point of the ridge. Did you notice that?

The church carried people above the questions and took them right to Heaven from the question neighborhood. I thought that was really great. I knew that those questions had made me so sleepy that I could have fallen in the question neighborhood. Uncle said that church is part of the wings of God's spreading. I never thought of it that way. Thanks Uncle. We had a long way to go out of the questions to get to "Do You Know, Way". I hope I don't fall, here, Uncle. I got you, he assured me. I felt comforted, but not any stronger.

Granted in What He Ordaineth?

Praise ye the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth, Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth! Hast thou not seen How thy desires e'er have been Granted in what He ordaineth?

Years of crying about what He Ordaineth? Why suffering is there in this world, Lord? Why my baby? How can people say "Have you not seen???etc." The street signs on sad "Halleluia" Blvd. had all of my questions and some that I hadn't thought of. I had to lay down and take another nap when I got to some of the questions that I hadn't thought of. so many people bringing the sacrifice of praise with these questions in their minds. Uncle woke me up off of the ground where I had lain. He said don't stay here it is a bad neighborhood. Keep walking!

Uncle stopped someone to ask directions. He said, We are headed to "Glad Adoration" is it close or far from here. It took the fellow about 10 minutes to tell us the directions, it didn't seem close and I got a little afraid that we wouldn't get out of that dark neighborhood of sorrowful praise. Uncle was more chipper than he had been before this. It's just a short ways from here, but there are a lot of twists and turns. Okay, I said.

Setting my feet on Happy, Halleluia Blvd.

Praise ye the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation! O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation! All ye who hear, Brothers and sisters, draw near; Praise Him in glad adoration!

Learn to praise Him in "Glad Adoration". said the Halleluia Angel. I have to let you go now. You were swimming in sad adoration pool because those are the Halleluias that you have access to. I reentered the envelope and the revolving door and Uncle carried me home. I was trying to remember everything that I was told. I found the truths housed in the Praise Ye hymn. So, I kept singing it, to try to keep the words in my heart.

You won't need to memorize it. The Holy Spirit will teach it to you through providential praise. So stop repeating and listen to me.

On the road back from Heaven, Uncle showed me the "Halleluia Bank".

He said, I can't go in there, cause you got to have a certain investment amount and his didn't meet the minimum. He said, You can, though. I'm still saving up my Halleluias. I said with a tremendous excitement for being able to get in; Thanks Unc. for showing me this, I'm going in right now!

You can't just go in, you know an envelope shaped Halleluia comes to take you in. You have to shrink to the size of your investment. I was shrunk to a little and very narrow person. Almost see through in thickness, just like a piece of paper. I slipped myself into the envelope and I couldn't see Uncle anymore. We flew into the building and I felt strengthened in an instant.

This is highly unusual, said the angel who let me out of the envelope elevator. You are entirely too thin to be here. What can we do for you? I don't have enough halleluias and I need to make a withdrawal. I guarantee you that we can put meat on your transparency in halleluias. She said, halleluia is the highest praise that we can give to God and each time that we are praising, we are not adding one thing to him we are laying up treasures in heaven. I heard that before somewhere, I said. But, I'm not sure that I believed it like I do now. She said you are transparent here because your tears are outnumbering your halleluias, so you are nearly a vapor of praise in this place and I am surprised that you could stand the change in constitution to get into this place. I promise you, that we will grow your halleluias so that when you get here or the new heaven and earth happen, we never know which it will be first, or who from your earth will translate to or from new to old. I know, I said. {I didn't really know, I just said that to say something} I think I was in shock at the information that she was sharing. It was very quiet, there. Where are the halleluias, I asked? She said, we have many different kinds that you can see. Different kinds? Surely, we have an infinite amount of kinds of halleluias. Your account is filled with "sacrifice of" Halleluias. Don't you know how to praise when you are really happy? You have a few, but that is why you are nearly completely vaporized in this room.

When you get to heaven in your time, I do hope you will have started to praise God in real and fullness of joy. I said I came here to get some halleluias out of the bank. I know and you really need them. You are low, look how short you are. I looked in the mirror and I was really only one inch tall. The angel had condescended to my lowliness. She wrote me a prescription of one dose of Mississippi Mass every day as directed by your Halleluia Angel.

She opened a drawer and we jumped in and it was a pool of Hallelias. We swam and rejoiced in great measure, till I was tired and I had to sleep. She said, It really does take something out of you, if you are not used to it, for humans there are so many deceptions from praise. I better get in halleluia shape, hadn't I, I said. You need a nap. I laid on the couches next to the pool and fell fast asleep. They started fanning me. Shaking their heads at me, they said, the Lord is really doing a work on her. I just rolled over and fell back to sleep.