Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, September 14, 2014

the Wise or the Y's

The Halleluia Angel left on Friday. She was with me all the way until Y street came to Wise Avenue. I do know why. It was faster than a blink and that is the practice that happens in the churches where I still haven't won on that battle. Did He wake you up this morning? the answer is not Why, it is Halleluia! So I was left, right there. Alone. No uncle there on that silent question. No huge choir of singing sure ones to guide my feet alone in my why.
Jesus certainly doesn't leave you alone on Why and Wise, but the congregation and the angels cannot help you when you get there. One day, I will be able to say Halleluia to that question, but for now, it is me and Jesus walking in the darkness of WHY.
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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