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?