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, August 5, 2014

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.

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Sparrow's Spring nest

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