Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Saturday, September 6, 2014

They are just not going to leave me alone until I write about the beautiful curtains that adorned the skies that we had to drive through to get to Joni!

Yesterday was a beautiful sky, but still nothing like the one when Joni came to talk to us. I had to pray, Lord, we are looking to You. We are all tempted to worship her, because of the obvious nearness of her testimony to Your heart. We wouldn't shame her testimony by doing that. We are coming, to see and to hear what You have spoken into her heart for our benefit. The sky was better and more anticipatory than any Broadway show could be.

You New Yorkers are hard to impress, the sky was saying. The sky is certainly more beautiful. Can you feel the pangs of homesickness, even if you rarely go to Broadway, with a show off sky, like we have? I must say. The clouds gathered around the sunset and sent beams in every direction and the circle was aiming toward the city as we drove. Then there was a group of dark rain clouds behind it that we had to drive through with their dark beams pointing toward "Central" as well. and then beams of light came out upon us as we drove through a shower here and a sunbeam there. What is she going to say? Fear rose in my heart to think of what God could be saying to us. It was so very dramatic. I truly felt sorry for thinking of missing this event. I felt so sorry for all of my sins as we were driving and fearful of the level that God was clearly growing us to.

Do you know what the message was? God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life. Whatever your condition, God can use you. You don't have to feel sorry for yourself, because you don't know God like Joni. You don't have to feel sorry because all is well with your life. God wants to love you and draw you to Himself.

I darted through the raindrops and had to look back at the curtains of sky that was our drive to the event. I didn't want to let go of the curtains. They poured out torrents upon the building and it was as though the angels were giving an ovation for her, before she started. All I could do was bow my head. They didn't stop, until she stopped talking. You people better appreciate how special a woman you have there with you. All of heaven agreed on that part. She doesn't glorify her condition or her service. She shines like a sunbeam for Jesus and gives Him the glory. That is all we can do. Let us grow in the unity of the spirit and the bond of peace as a result of her testimony. That is God's marching order from her and all of the angels of the Lord, seemed to stand behind her trying to read over her shoulder. {I want to know how she does it? they said} They had the clipboard and they are following suit. Let's shine for Jesus and do His bidding, without murmuring or complaining! We don't worship her, but we see God's great and mighty work in her heart because of what God is doing through her. Heaven and earth stand in awe of the greatness of God's work!

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For the Birds?

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