Now we see through a glass darkly

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

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!
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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