Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

This time, the angels were arguing about why do I get credit for reading the Bible, when I make the "machine" do it for me?

They are not allowed to accuse, the brethren, unless they are demons, but this was a legitimate question of theirs. I saw them standing around my little rock column and they were taking one out for the missed day. They expected the whole thing to fall down. We were all surprised that it stood soundly. Consistency in Bible reading is not the rock on that column, the soul's exposure to that reading is the little rock that they put in or take out of the column. Many things degrade a culture, but Bible reading and exposure to the word of God are little pebbles in the small column that holds the culture up another level or down, should it collapse. They kept flying around the structure, trying to see what held it up...I still can't believe that it didn't fall down when we had to take that pebble out for her flagrant disregard for the word, on a day. You get a bigger stone, if your reading has gone through the entire scripture in any of the years. I do hope I get my increase when New Years comes. We'll see.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Helen said, look at my crocheted chain, cloud.

She is so often about her other responsibilities, that the ladies who design the cloud completions with different intricacies don't see her there.

It seems that it is Helen's job to synchronize the audio trumpet with the visual trumpet, blast for the spiritually impaired. She is always showing me trumpet blasts here and there, on the horizon. She has the loud trumpet and then the individual lines of the parts of the trumpet blast are always hers to show me, along with sign language hands and braille marks, all over the place.

Today we went to another level, she was allowed to make a chain of crochet to show me that she could sympathize with my labor for my mommy. She said, let's not eat this chain, okay? I had to laugh!

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Inheriting, riding, hitting, living, flying, Against the Wind!

Nobody in the world knows how to handle hitting a ball on a windy day like Bjorn Borg! I will never forget the first time I saw his wondrous unorthodox style. Everybody else in the world was hitting uselessly on this windy day. Only one man's roundhouse style had great effect to keep the ball where he wanted it on such a day.

How does he have such control on such a windy day? Grandpa, Bud Collins, Rod Laver and all of the greats had the same conclusion. His practice against the wind had paid off on this windy day. He had dominion against the wind! No one could beat him wrestling the wind into subjection to his forhand and backhand. The otherwise contrary wind was a tool against his opponent and seemed to wrap around his ball for his own good purpose, to beat his opponent. That he did!

What happens when the wind is contrary and you have to hit against it?

inherit the wind Pr 11
will or Will of the wind? {thankful for both2015}will the wind wind or is the wind willing? puns from the Logarithms

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Heidi Church sees the Grandmother Church blinded and implores for healing and light!

Grandmother Church is stuck in the subway of sadness!, Grandfather! She cannot see her way and she is afraid for her assurance. She is afraid that her life will be snuffed out, because the "church" is creaking and squawking with false doctrine and loveless preaching. Grandfather, You can give her light and you can heal her pain and you can make the shingles stop squeaking around her. You can make her know that she is loved by you. Our wicked gossip has often crushed the spirit of many and blinded our eyes. Our tongues of whisperings have kept many from coming to church at all. If she sits inside the church of the grandmother church, it does seem that it may fall in with her inside. See her fears, Grandfather. see her sadness, Grandfather. See her pain Grandfather. Fix the shingles and make her a true and living "Grandmother Church".

Monday, November 3, 2014

a kiss is just a kiss!

Smoochiepoos! We always do that in my family and I miss my dear Addy-Grace, who would probably be the one that I would smooch up and little "Scarlet-baby". They are up north and I am down south and stuck watching videos of the doted greats. They are adorable, in the meantime, I can adopt little smoochie ones to grab and kiss like my nieces. I love it.

We have some of the sweetest ladies at our churches, here. They love eachother and sing for God's glory with love and humility, before the Lord. I see them as the picture of the unity of the spirit in the bond of peace. If we spend too much time with eachother we will start complaining about these "wonderful"children and husbands we've been blessed with. If we just kiss, we can know I can't really talk about "IT"{these heavy burdens} But, I know that you will pray! {They are driving me crazy, but I know that you will pray for me.} That is the only thing holding us together, this side of heaven. XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Don't say another word, I will pray too! When we get to heaven we will see how many of the smooches went right to God's ears in prayer!

113-14 Is today my address?

November 3rd 2014, Is that my address?

Where do you live? 113th Ave.

Did we always live on November 3rd? I remember that number always being my location finder in my mind

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Since we moved here, the angels have been on my case about my closet floor!

I am sure that I will never know the reason that those angels have such a caniption about my closet floor. They badgered and reminded and tried a heavenly tutorial about the importance of keeping your closet floors clear. It seems that they are a spiritual fire hazard.

Well, they are most pleased with Ben for having cleared their path, in such a drastic way. He took every cumberance out of that closet and left me with bare floors. Since then, I have cluttered it some in my unduly way, but for the most part it is manageable.

It seems that the angels, just expect that a Chrisian home will have a closet with a connection directly to the Father's ears. So they camp out there to see what of the will of God that they can learn from the interaction between God and His people. Why don't you use your closet? We have to run all over your house to find what God is telling us to do? They drew pictures of a well ordered closet and they showed me dark wings on the floor of the closet and brighter wings on the hangers. "Cleanliness is next to godliness?" woven into the fabric of the sky everyday. It's a bit snug in there, for my taste in prayer. That is no excuse for a cluttered closet floor, by no means, but it is my reason for not spending much time in there.

God knows my heart and He will and does meet me wherever I call out to Him in the house, out loud or in my heart. But, it took 3 or 4 years for the angels to find out that I meet with God in the living-room. That is my prayer closet. I thought that the laundry room would be the place. But the windows to the backyard and the birdfeeder with the sparrows and others who enjoy the sumptuous fare makes my heart cry out in gratitude to God, more than my closet. Am I being disobedient to the injunction "Enter into your closet, and you Father who sees in secret..."? I have seen Him see me in secret, openly, and openly in secret.

Yesterday, they showed me the trumpet blast in the sky again and this time it was more intricate. As though, the round part of the blast was concave and the lines out from the blast were more multidimensional. That's how I know that it was the angel's painting and not Helen. Helen, just shows the outside silhouette of the blast, so to speak and not the intricate details. The stair paintings and the intricacies of the blasts are the angel's reminders that Jesus is coming. I know, He's coming and we must get ready. It is a heart readiness and it is amazing that the blast that is in the sky for all to see is in secret, even though it is openly. I guess God deals with us openly secret, like in my living-room. Everybody could see and yet everybody may see and might not see.

I know that the angels aren't really worried about my closet, ultimately. It is just a conversation about something that we can both relate to. You clean a lot of other things, but your closet is a mess. Yes, it is a mess and I will get to it! Ben got to it, hooray for him!

jayne c walker's

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
click on the picture to for an Evvie story.

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