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, January 20, 2015

A visit to Buzzard Rock!

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Ewe Sing, We Sing!

Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd,

I'll not want,

He makes me down to lie...

In pastures green,

He leadeth me,

the peaceful waters by.
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Thursday, January 8, 2015

Helen walked me through the beautiful wing pattern into a very dark place, this morning.

You need to see this she said. We were right in the middle of meeting of the devil and many demons. How do we get their eyes off of the beauty of the Creator, they were plotting. We must put many barracades in front of them that they wouldn't see the awesomeness of the ways of God. Devices and more devices, put them in front of them so that they won't even think about anything, muchless awe at the beauty of God's hands exposed all around us. We cried together all the way back to my bedroom...
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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